Each woodland morsel exists for her,
For her, nature amends flavor - from
Winter, spring, autumn to summer
Her impact is divine.
For her, sings the skylark sweet
For her, the silent swans fleet
She owns each and every bit,
Her magic is so fine.
Yet no proud, but a content smile
Not master’s look, but beloved’s sign,
Always with me, but she is not mine
She is the Goddess in Forest Shrine.
Her Edenic abode, on placid shore
Flaxen, fragile her dreams’ wings
And brings the heaven on the earth
The soothing song she slowly sings
For her, I run ‘ten thousand mile’
I want her with me all the while
My only wish to see myself in
Treasure of her sunburned eyes
My days and nights in this forest
Pass in waiting for her gaze
Although, she’s not for me, I know,
Her single touch restores the maze
It’s her magic that keeps me alive
It’s her love, for which I strive
Though sunset makes our severance sure
Each new day comes, and my hopes revive
Mistress, I will leave you never
Will spend ages in this endeavor
As, gaining you to close, is so dull
This quest of love should go forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Zabardast poem.'In treasure of her sunburned eyes' some fantastic lines. Very poetic. Thanks.