In the heart of an afternoon,
I behold this lady,
Like a damsel walked out of the moon.
My pride fell.
I was conquered by her radiant smiles,
My glassy skeleton smashed into pieces.
Speechless, We both walked miles.
Beauty was defeated by her beauty.
Her eyes were radiant as a star.
When she looked at me,
I melt as ice.
Her beauty locked my words in my mouth.
I battle before I vomit these words.
Mistress! Let my bear all thy burden,
I will bear them till I go frail.
While I go frail, I would never grow feeble,
I'll remain Loyal till I go yonder.
Shame to cosmetics!
Even in the earliest of mornings,
She's better than models.
Shame to English!
No word best expound her beauty.
Shame to Poetry!
No poem best extol this goddess.
Forgive me of all my lies.
What I saw in her eyes
Were more than all of the stars in the universe.
Mistress! Your love will burns in my heart forever.
When the sun dies out,
We will explore thy glorious paths,
With the moonlight,
If we need light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem