At the time of the sun's spitting saffron out in the sky,
my life turned into a dazzling Gorgon and smiled.
The Gorgon with her snaky hair and tempting eyes
that I didn't know, turned a lot of things into stone.
Her smile drove me unwilling to suffer an eclipse,
frantic to climb the ladder of paramount ecstasy.
Prying into the tangles of love, I shrugged off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem