Strange in the garden of love;
Seeing it with the muse of your age.
Advantage to your eyes,
The garden of love.
Of the passage;
Walking along the narrow path,
With the muse of your age.
Still on the hill and, viewing around;
To anjoy the view! !
With the muse of your sweet love.
Dew, drew, hew, chew, few, stew, brew, threw;
To erase the traces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem