When I see the picture of my coy beloved,
Smile on her face makes greatly stunned.
She looks more beautiful than a fairy,
And her shinning eyes seem to be perry.
I find no time for myself and I think of her,
I always ignore myself and I become obscure.
A gmipse to her pic gives joy unfathomable,
And the drawsiness makes me in sleep mumble.
What if she doesn't return? Should I wait?
For I have been left with nothing but grate.
Heart says she'll come but mind dissents,
World says she won't but God assents.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem