Azure space is aflame up above,
I"ve forgotten my home destination...
For the first time I"m singing of love,
For the first time I give up contention.
 
I was all like a desolate grove
Loving women and heavily drinking.
I don"t drink any more and don"t  love
Like I did, living fast and unthinking.
 
All I want is to look at the vast
Of your gold-brown eyes, and, - oh, bother! -
How I wish that, disliking your past,
You would not like to go to another!
 
Gentle step, graceful waist that you have!
Oh if only you wer" able to tumble
How a bully can really love,
And how he can be timid and humble!
 
(All those pubs I would never attend,
And my poems would all be forgotten,
If you let me take hold of your hand
And your hair, the colour of autumn.
 
I would follow you  ever, my dove,
Be it distant or close destination...
For the first time I"m singing of love,
For the first time I give up contention.)