To whom I owe the lingering magical smile,
Daily traced on my visage for a while
Whenever I look at the image of her face
- The adorable Queen of my heart, full of grace.
To whom I owe the unison of our senses and souls
In a perfect harmony with no single apparent stroll
Rarely seen in a couple through the stream of history,
Fairly existing in the present with no kind of mystery.
To whom I owe the repose of mind after a long shift of labour,
And the spur to a noteworthy feat – O my tantalizing savour!
To whom I owe the thoughts of my heart burst out in words
That I distinctly evince on the net to the literary eyes of the worlds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem