The beckoning face of flowers
Last with morning bloom
Sooner night falls it withers
And shrink into shying gloom
O fairer sex such you share
Act not like you don't care
Lest foolishness find a space
Wherefore your sun is raped
And prints of virtue
At last cannot be traced
Beyond the beauty of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem