Every time I come to your door to wake you up
I go back disheartened (O my Princess, you lie
Unconscious in deep intoxicating slumber;
No sign of life; no flare of consciousness).
What a sleep you enjoy in touch of silver wand!
What enchanter lulled you to this slumber and when?
None can unbind this intricate snare of sleep;
So the prince continues his hapless journey onward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem