When have tresses, so much like flame, set on so fair a head?
When have stars, fallen from skies, and set in eyes instead?
Who is like her majesty in regal, royal radiance?
Who can enter a room and make a man's heart dance?
No other gem doth shine so bright
Nor other beauty so illumine the night
'Though moon and sun and stars have shone
The greatest beauty is hers alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem