La belle sans mercy hath thee enthrall.
“ Keats ’’
Oh, she is an angle, she is a witch!
She can slay thee with a smile,
She could beguile with occult trick.
Her hair is raven, the mouth petulant;
Who doth caress her tresses,
Kiss her lips, doth repent.
She is a feigning sorceress, who with her dainty
Imagery casts visions of heavenly bliss
To destroy but with devilish pleasantry.
Take heed! Shun her charm;
Distrust her enchanting smile;
Ignore the come-hither glance, her baiting cajolery.
O beware her net cast sure and wide
To enslaver and imperil
The innocent and the unwise,
Who strive to seek her out,
To love and cherish till eternity.
Duke Sekhon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem