Your Smileis God's gift,
the secret of your lovely charm.
You offer me in plenty
to feed my eyes and heart,
wake upmy idle lyrical muse
and waxed my wings to mount
the peak of the peaks of love.
When you smile with elegance
I lose my grip of my feet.
Before I fall flat on the earth
lend me your silken hand
to make me rise and you embrace.
Your smiles are not coquettish;
they are cheerful to gear my heart
and shower lines of grace
for pushing you into heavenly joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem of love and longing in the quest of a 'heavenly joy.' Thanks.