I have a lovely name
Although I do not use it
I have a pretty face
Although I often forget
I have an attractive form
Although I try to hide it
I have a beauteous soul
Although most do not see it
All of these words mean beautiful
So what do I have to complain about
Besides this aching loneliness
That beauty is unable to mend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem