The glass reflects your beauty through the sky
Without you, the land is dry
Let the people see your smile and die
Otherwise, they should cry
You charmed them from high
Folks wait you to pacify
The men see you and want to try
The women are jealous of you why?
You sit and watch the people in your eye
Where I can find you my mistress in my own kingdom high
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem