I can barely see the face of this stranger
Since it's nothing but a blur and slur
I've grown to be stubborn and arrogant
Yet, I take pleasure in a pretty face
Usually, I can't remember names
But her face- I've treasured so dearly
Then I woke at morning with a headache
With only a memory of a single woman
And whose name I cannot remember
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem