Her glare of eyes,
Like the fire of an excited vulcan,
Are full of desires
And can easily appease
the heart of a daedal man.
Me, the luckiest one
Here holding the page to describe,
Have been drowned in bewilderment,
Tell me how to define its excellence I spent
In my unforgettable past.
Well, if you remind the silent Dover Beach
Where Arnold addressed her beloved
To be faithful and not to be perished
in the glory of Darkness
where all happiness will be seized.
Oh my dear, thy smile is so fair.
Let me enrich with the wish,
so that I can extol,
Where a selfish mind can't be a player
To mesmerize an innocent soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem