I said: “you are an imitation of love
Your beauty and grace is all that a poet seeks;
But there lies no love but only dust and stones
In the fever of days.”
She said: “You are clearly not a creature of day.
The dust of days only settles upon
the lovers' unmarked graves
So while the moon is god,
In the throne of dreams
Worship me! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem