Ah! In her lovely dark eyes
I saw a lurking pain
From which she can not rise
A sense of loss again
She couldn’t win her man
While he was on his ride
She loved as much as she can
She remained on his side
Now sunk in grief, she sits there
Knowing nothing what to be done
I couldn’t do but to stare
Choices she has none
No fault of her own to mourn
No reason of his to scorn
Her pride and his strife
Separate them in life
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I would like to translate this poem
a sociopsychological perspective....meandering the lays and bays of the globe... i poignant pertinant reminder of a well traveled saga of suffereing.. superb poem well written cheers and ten