She rose like the moon as she shone through the night
And she glided the groove with her gracious sight
From her radiance the sun taketh increase when
She unvieleth and shameth the moonshine bright.
Bow down all beings between her hands
As she showeth charms with her veil undight
And she flodeth cities with torrent tears
when she flasheth her look of Levin light.
By Abubello
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Sir Bernard, Yoonoos.