Your face is covetable above the wing of night;
Your base and brow do at best astound
How you planted yourself so precariously high,
To mock thingummies that scurry along the ground.
Tell how you feel, bright when all is dark;
So close to your Maker’s stay
And distant from this world of decay.
Most beautiful lass;
Only rivaled by your sister the sun!
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I would like to translate this poem
II find this a very serene and beautiful poem...Sweet and tender thoughts penned to the page....Thank you.....