Life,
Tenderly he spoke;
With the muse of the Mahogany tree in view.
Gifts of love,
Gifts of life,
Gifts of peace;
With the golden slips at the golden gate of love.
Lovely!
With memories;
In days past like the muse of the golden age,
And, to be content with the muse of love.
Great love!
Great peace;
With the muse of the Mahongany tree in view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem