A maiden on the owl-like goggles
Yesterday night really saw I.
Hanging with horn-rimmed goggles
Behind which were charming eyes;
In the shape of an almond
She lived so distance far.
Her fringe almost grouped at left
Only the few for her right side
Otherwise lay behind her head
Like a feather of Varna peacock.
Brunette hair foiled by yellow golden
Beams under those evening lights
Five inches as she was in measured.
Slim enough in the eyes of mine.
Light-blue shirt above her curvy waist
Light-grey trousers on her fancy legs
Carved she was in the beautiful way.
What was she whispering, I couldn’t hear.
To whom she was looking, I didn’t know.
Her broad smile with elegant dimples;
Only stared I through the bashful ways
Her lips like a rose of Varna garden
Still bright under the evening sun beam
It might be her soul so beautiful
Like a lotus on the dirtiest pond.
It might be she dwells in the peace
That seeks I for the thousand years.
It might be she has a pool of truth
That eager I to swim my whole life
Oh! A maiden on the owl-like goggles
Was a state of jealous for the goddess
Was an informative web for my Google
Had searched my heart never had before.
I might have heard her name
From the voice of my friends
Long after she was not there at my sight
Perchance she had found the night so bore
Though the beautiful memory fades away
Yet it still keeps me along the way…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem