Bride
I would like to praise you, but I don't know what to begin with.
Like a rose, you're gentle like an angel, good;
Nice as love; dear as the soul;
You're the best praise-I adore you.
Outfit think to create conditions conducive to the beauty.
But l want the diamonds mile to be the dizzy?
Prettier than you all in innocent simplicity —
You lose the glow of wealth.
Lilies on the hills in your chest Shine,
Marshmallows are gentle in disposition, given to you,
Dolinky on the cheeks — smile Sarl, spring;
On the roses of thy lips — honeycomb fragrance.
As for the brow hair you put black,
The rosy dawn looks out of the dark clouds;
And Pont as blue pierces star ray,
So the depth of the heart foresaw your opinion is humble.
But I say to describe the beauty of your dersa,
All your charms you want to portray?
The more I'm tempted, the more I'm silent:
Cathedral in you of joys and bliss of heaven see!
How happy a death, who's hanging out!
Happier than someone you like.
In the welfare of whom compare themselves,
When the Golden shackles will carry your burden?