I don't know who you are
I don't know how you called
Your face has no name
Your voice does not sound
And still
do I recognize you
For my longing
does make me see
how you look
does make me hear
the sound of your voice
and knows who you are
And does make me feel
of what I miss
and that is you,
my anonymous beauty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your face has no name; but, my heart yearns for you. Nice work.