Your Amber eyes paralyze me.
How beautiful they are, the lordly ones.
And your kiss more sweet than May-day morn.
I did not want to do it,
You made me love you.
Now I sing of Brooks and birds; blossoms and bowers,
Of April, May, of June and July flowers.
Let the world slide, let the world go
I only live to kiss that air,
That lately kissed thee..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem