To praise your beauty
I cannot tell lies.
As I become dumb
When I look at your eyes.
So here are few words
That I guessed once
When we were at river-bank
To have some romance.
Eyes are fine but
I cannot compare them.
For you will laugh at
And there's no fame.
I wonder every time
When you smile
And watch more
There's no guile.
I cannot call you
A fine fresh lily
It would be fine
But idea is silly.
You are more lovely
Than the morning rose.
With few dew drops
As the winter goes.
A cuckoo even listens
When you sweetly talk.
Mild breeze starts
As you gently walk.
I cannot call you Mermaid
Your hairs are dry.
As clean as the white clouds
At evening summer sky.
I hear a sweet music
When you laugh.
These are the words
For you my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem