Oh! a damsel of hair rings
Caressing the forehead
Wheat flour colour cheeks
Trickery dazzling blue eyes
Wantonlyglanced.
Moonlight had slept on her face.
I counted her teeth
When she slowly smacked her lips;
Closed my eyes to chase
The full blooded floating figure.
Glistening sanguine smile
Shined again and again.
Adored, I locking her
Day and nightin the prison
Of my heart.
A handsome man longed for her
And drank her lips
Creating commotion in the core of my heart.
I suffered singing songs
On the pied beauty;
Strange spirit that thrilled me
Killed me
Like a cigarette slowly sucking
The soft heart.
Painfully penetrating passing fancy
In the long run
Ran to save dear life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem