I see you lie in loose knot
With nothing but the sacred thread,
that removes any trace of vulgarity
From your stark brown nakedness.
Your slumbering face has released any apprehensions it might have
And has turned into the face of a defenceless sleeping child
It is only when you gasp for air, your little snorts that remind me
You are an older mortal man.
Your handsome face is such that seeps through the eyes to the soul
The allure of your drawn eyes prompts me to plant a kiss on their closed petals
God knows what havoc they play when in full bloom
Ah! I sigh.
I hardly remember a passion stronger than this
Except for the passion of raving youth to change the world
And I faintly recall a beauty close to this,
Nay, even surpassing this if passion may be added to the onlooker’s eye
That of a slender pale bow lined with golden down
And a pair of elfish eyes that could tenderly gaze
Never for once belying the nimble agility of the beholder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem