Love!
You are everything to me;
Muse,
With the ways of my life.
Woman!
You are now between two men;
Without a choice,
In the land of your muse.
Love!
It is like sickness at times;
Hidden with the muse of your secret life,
Along the narrow path.
Vulture, voucher!
With the ways of mankind;
On this earth,
And, with the ways of your love.
Fact, act!
With a golden talent;
And, with the muse of the land,
However, you are everything to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem