Being ensnared by the lightning in your eyes
I lose my balance and tumble.
The smile which flits across your face is nice.
But woe to it! Fails to make me fumble.
When your eyes shower rays so cool
and flood this world to make it chill,
to wear a ray-coat, am I a fool?
Spilling light sparks me with a rhyming rill.
Your looks cast on me a haunting spell
and relieve me off the mental strain.
Those who in that lovely realm fell
couldn't cause anyone even a bit of pain.
Your looks are voluminous books to inspire
when the man made things are sure to perspire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem