As I walked down yonder the shops to go
My heart was pierced by Eros’ bow
And my eyes set sight on such a wonderful scene
I could swear I was asleep in the midst of a dream
How long this view lasted I dare not say
For thinking its end does cause me dismay
A tumultuous wind caresses her hair
And she even placates brooding Zephyr
Her pale skin, a waxing moon
Her laughter sweeter than Orpheus’ tune
I stand there embracing the Sun to my eye
Beautiful to see, but blindness is nigh
Burning my retinas and causing me pain
Leaving me weak for misery to reign
Six months gone by and I sit at home
Here in my thoughts, still she does roam
Her splendour shines forth like the stars at night
A reminder to me of the darkness to fight
Her elegance, grace and divine design
A burden to my thoughts, lest she not be mine
Empty and vacant are the streets I walk by
For none hold her that sweet beauty of mine
Know this that I love you whoever you be
Wherever you are, you will be with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem