This is an old poem written in a beautiful language that deserves to be read. I am honored to be the translator and I hope it will inspire you and melt your hearts as it did mine.
What will I bring on this occasion. My angel.
But you already have everything
A bracelet or an armlet of jade?
I don’t like chains on your wrists.
Wine? But there is non in the world
as the one pouring out of your eyes.
Rubies? Like my throbbing heart.
More precious are those on your lips
Flowers? The most beautiful flowers
are those I smell on your cheeks
Nothing more dear to me then my soul
But that is already a pawn in your hands