If she were a vision, I'd be dumbstruck.
No matter how divine another be.
She'd be a heavenly vision to me.
She'd be no Plain Jane, nothing too humbug.
If she were a vision on a damp day,
'I swear to you all' I'd-seen-an-angel.
I would pledge never to be unfaithful.
My poor heart is no longer a castaway.
If she were a vision at my table-
eating to my heart's content, I'd be happy.
For whatever scraps came out of the pantry,
ingesting something unreimbursable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would pledge never to be unfaithful. My poor-heart no more is a castaway.....divine soul never betray the divine God and it's always faithful....