When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ This praise for me when I w….

When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, '….

My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy..

Gather the roses of life today..

Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily..

Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither..

Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today..

Love wants everything without condition, love has no law..