Now, the mirror doesnt reflect me,
The stars brighten with a twinkling glee....
Tears of the dear eye forget to cry on their plight,
The princely sword is doubtful of its might....
The two eyes now fear to rise! !
The flowers in the princely hand find a place to hide,
Innocent promises hurry to abide! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem