Oh how the wind blows!
upon those tulips of mine
Oh how the wind blows!
upon those Roses of yours
Of fields
as bright as daylight
amongst the sunshine of youth.
oh how that memory shivers
oh reckoning of timeless
whispers
amongst willows of youthful cheers.
Of a sweeter time
and the sweetest you.
oh how the stars do shine
and the moon do glare
upon those sparkling
eyes of yours.
oh come once again!
and let us make mirth
of a sweeter time
and the sweetest you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem