It amazes: 
the love of man in song, 
soul-touching and sad is daily sung.
And young lovers swear their constancy
in a fit of kisses like those budgerigars.
Youth must sing their songs; 
hearts must feel the quake
when Age awakens to love's atrophy.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    