Who robbed my dream of night,
Those beautiful images shown to see for only my eyes.
My lovely dream, the rose did rest on my cheek,
I awake with gulled eyes; for that one human who stole my sleep.
I have not told no one the sweetness of an image and how lovely the taste of wine.
Just the confusing thought of reality and the dream of mine.
Who stole my dream of being your companion.
The thief who thought was a champion. (and yet you will never win)
to my dreams you will never get in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem