Oh sweet jewel of the sun and sea, tis thy believe that I be nothing more then unbelievable mirage?
Or does tho see me more then fake, but as a knight in armor so bright thy cover eyes.
Roses smell sweet and basked in beauty but does not compare.
I bid a due for short time
I wait till dawn if need for reply.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem