Some became a bard.
Some were smitten.
Some were spell bound.
And enchanted by your beauty.
Some became a writer.
Some were startled.
Some drape of saliva.
And were bewildered by your statue.
Suddenly, some became slaves to their tongue.
For your beauty they screech and drape.
Suddenly, some wondered if it were not too wrong.
To array you pleasant wonders like fine grape.
Some shared your happiness and glory.
And kudos God for your creation story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem