Unnamed For The Unnameable Poem by Xun Liu

I saw a woman last night
Striding the dimly lighted cobbled street
The moment lost,
In that hauntingly beautiful face.
She was unsmiling,
Obsessive beauty of obscurity.
An undetectable face,  
Unrevealing a single trace. 
We, common folks, have merely masks, not face!  
Masks chiseled by vestige,  
Painted by fate. 
Every mask has its name
A name of a poet's melancholy
Of a philosopher's solemnity
Of an artist's desirability
She belongs to none of these categories of alluring fantasy!  
Neither a name decent nor obscene
But a detached face,  
I so failed to name.
Left me in longing...