Come! Raise my soul to the gardens of night,
Where the flute whispers the secrets of delight
To the rose that is about to be dispersed
In the moon-dip, the eternal cup of wine.
Come! Raise my cup to the soul of night;
Till the night, flute, and cup dance
Alike.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool poem. A bit old-fashioned, though.8/10.