O' the walker upon the love's road, keep on marching,
Do not fear, no thorns are strewed upon this road,
There is no fear of separation, nor the wish for union,
The apprehension of troubles only trouble a fake lover,
In the garden of love the trees do not shed their leaves,
This garden of love sees not paling and withering of flowers,
The flowers in the garden of love are ever blooming,
These flowers are just the smiles and kisses of the beloved,
The bees whirling about the flowers fill the ears with sweet melody,
Romantically they are singing, ' I love you, Hu; I love you Hu'
The denizens of love are like bees who are always humming Hu, Hu.
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem