(i) 
the taste of true love
sought on rosy cheeks and lips -
dwindles and declines.
(ii) 
the state of deep love
sought from sweet divine vines- 
steadily increases.
(iii) 
love has mixed faces
some beautiful and refined -
while others are vile.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem