A beauty sleeps in beauty
Upon a royal couch;
Perhaps day-dreaming blissfully
About her lover that’s to come.
Reclining in a stylish way,
Her fan in hand has stopped its sway;
Unaware that some pigeons have come
To taste the fruits uneaten that lay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and sweet, liked it.