Beneath your curly lock
Your pedants shine,
They enrich more
The glow of your splendour,
And at each moment
They double the charm,
Your fans die
As moths die on the lamp light,
And they talk
Mysteriously in a profound tone,
My heart does not forget
Your pedants glowing gently
Beneath your black curly lock.
Written by Dr. Nisar Turabi Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very fine and meaningful, I like it, thanks,