The polychromatic walls
The splendid array of food
The smell of roasted coffee
My memoir of thee
The beaming moon at night
The swaying trees in sight
Thou who likes fish and cress
This confession is no jest
oh, hear me out once more
Thou love, I can't procure
The unabating misery
A pyrrhic victory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written poem..............