Love is an apple grove
where the breeze steals the heart of Nature.
Love is a spell of magic
where the flower is obsessed with the bee.
Love is a trip through the quiescent sea
where you can take a nap in the boat.
Love is a slight feathery touch on her heart
to thrill her and have pleasant dreams.
Love is not to lie down with the nubile
to feel the warmth of the flesh.
Love is not to gouge a wound in her heart
and then coddle her with doleful words.
Love is not to cause a war between the families
without untying the knot of true hearts.
Debauchery has no place in true love
which is inspired by the heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very nice love poem filled with wisdom.