The Ever Unrealized She.
Lively, spirited and well looked
Mystery remains in her unread Book
Love she oozes in her glance
The looker is arrested in a trance.
Her eyes glow bluish radiance,
The damasked cheeks,
Be reddish and whitish,
And the azure but coral lips,
Impel! impel! dying kiss.
Her smile awakens the drooping hearts,
Her voice rings sonorous melody,
And her touch transcends the buried soul,
She is the focal-divine with amorous wings,
Who ever steps in her, dissolves and sinks.
No poet can ever draw her truest image,
Only to an ardent devotee she shows her face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem