The other day I saw a lass,
Sending All Arabia, as I pass.
Decided not to look at her face,
So I increased my walking pace.
But her beauty was like a fine trap,
I became a prey, my heart did scrap.
She made my passions blow like flood,
But when I looked, frozen my blood.
For 'to see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made another. '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Passions of love. Thanks for sharing.