You appear and depart promptly,
Like the flowers and deity,
You spread beauty like the moon,
As a result of that you feel glad soon.
Like the fragrance of the flowers in spring,
Like every precious thing,
You in ecstasy shine,
Lucky I am that you are only mine.
When I your rosy lips feel,
My heart does have an ice-like chill!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem