I heard of a girl
With plain brown eyes
And oh! So plain her hair
Every place she used to go
No one seemed to care
As the seasons passed her by
And brought her to the age
All she sought was an admiring eye
To lend her heart a cage
Her desire grew and grew and grew and grew
She did not accept defeat
Alas! Her suitors were less than few
Her demands they could not meet
Thus, the story beings
As oft told to young girls
Desire unchecked, of greed sings
One’s life, to despair it hurls
She prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed
To God to make her fair
In milk and petals of roses she’d wade
Into the mirror she’d stare
At the onset of spring it happened
Like a rose blooming late
Uncountable suitors with cages to lend
On their knees began to wait
In that crowd she began to seek
A man full of might
Whose one look make her weak
Rid her of any fright
Her desire, none would fulfil
None would evn hear
They looked and looked and looked and looked still
None understood her fear
Many eyes she won by beauty and grace
Their hearts all so hollow
She feared time would first take her face
And then they would follow.
She sought a heart
That would care
Of her life be a part
Even if she weren’t fair
More seasons passed her by
A madwoman, she began to trace
For an ear, which listened to her speak of the sky
A man who’d never see her face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A man who had never seen her face? Well Well... that sounds like Jason Rai.... Oops sorry abt that. Make that a happy ending