The Princess
Silk Ikat headdress
Golden godet Jumlo
Lifting the veil
Wailing fragrance
Capturing fantasies
Then the eyes
Dark and mystical
Endless orbits
Sensous infinity
Then the voice
Souls quivering
Legs weakening
Palpitations
Walking away
A perfumed trail
Nervana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem