Pretending to have him,
Tossing back your head and laughing.
Flapping your pretty lashes with a shiver,
He vanishes when you look in the mirror.
Running your hand over your arm,
Touch arousing desires with incomparable charm.
Smoothing your hair, you sit in a perfect attitude,
But a glance at the mirror reminds you of your solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem