O soft and dainty maiden, from afar
I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move,
And pluck them, singing.
More golden than all gold your tresses are:
Never was harp-note like your voice, my love,
Your voice sweet-ringing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melodious words! ! ! Perfect love poem.