O boating in the midst of blue waters and
Banks of green willow is such a sweet delight!
Those who rush around, will never understand,
What it is like to imbibe the summer light.
We are gently rowing and dreaming without
A care in the world. The sun is now gleaming.
O we feel there is absolutely no doubt
That our time spent here is rather redeeming!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem