On weed encumbered banks; I saw her
drifting in and out of sleep.
There was a little dew upon her dress
which made it nothing less
than perfection of Beauty's form and matter.
I imagined God saying, 'It's alright, you can look'.
But her remoteness was too far in excess
and I turned back, unseen, my love unknown.
Thoughts still come back to haunt me,
when for just a moment in my life
eternity did unite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Timeless piece, beautiful and inspired.