Happiness

My sailing boat, crafted of redwood, is swift,
My flute is carved out of jasper.

With water a stain is removed from the silk,
With wine - the worries and heartache.

And if you-re the owner of swift little boat,
The wine and a beautiful woman...

What else can you ask for? In every respect,
To heavenly gods you are equal.

Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.