Love completes itself after the feelings,
It fascinates to one for the cost of life;
Life directs us to our prize, in our prize,
That is the love of the dead and alive.
To die tonight is profiting the devil,
It refuses to love Adam, and he is perfect
Such that love enters his heart
And one other love enters creation - Eve!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem