A beauty is born;
Catches the eyes of all
Some see it long
Some feel it long
And some strive to own it
Some to cage it
And the next moment
At the next attempt
To grasp this fleeting gleam
Just a little farther on
It is gone
Is it a mirage?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Often trying to catch beauty is like grasping the mirage! Beauty is elusive and transitory! A very beautiful poem.. brief and deep!