Your body whirls as
The wind of spring
Comes blowing through
Foliage and makes you
Sing and dance
The world enjoys the
Scene in the valley where
Like a butterfly from
Flower to flower you
Do freely prance
Your body turns into
A leaf and swings as the
Early birds of the morn
Hope from branch to
Branch and chirp
Along the bank of the
Stream you leave
Footprints for him to
Follow as arrow of love
Pierce into him sharp
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I would like to translate this poem
The world enjoys the Scene in the valley where Like a butterfly from Flower to flower you Do freely prance you read me as I do you you dance also do as I do romance prance and dance we all must do as in Rome the Romans do and why not in France tell me akp would you