It was a day happy and solemn
When she chose me as her man
I kissed her hands I kissed her lips
Love fell from our hearts in heaps
It was a happy and we enjoyed
We were happy with what we had
Love bloomed like a fresh flower
With its fragrance and sweet nectar
Love of bond is too tight now
No force can break a sacred vow
We are happy with what we have
Love will go with us to our grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem