Oh, the brown and lovely eyes of my mistress.
Oh, the mouth, the face, eyelashes and tress,
Oh the laugh, the stature, the song and the voice
And you, of the graceful features I adore
Remembering those other times I now rejoice
To see and hear you now I wish the more,
As I have done in earlier months by choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem