Faint with love, the Lady of the South
Lay in the paradise of Lebanon
Under a heaven of cedar boughs: the drouth
Of love was on her lips; the light was gone
Out of her eyes--
The light was gone out of her eyes- Fantastic conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love was on her lips; the light was gone Out of her eyes- Beautiful woy.