That evening
I saw her
In my mysterious vision,
She had veiled her face,
I tried hard
To see her face,
But in vain,
She remained a mystery to me forever.
Muse may always be a mysterious blur, but she wears the face you give her...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When something is hidden, we will be curious to see it! Sometimes a veiled face has more beauty as we try to figure out its contours using our imagination! A poem that has a mysterious charm!