A veiled woman sat in a courtyard
All praised her
Some said moon
Some said Sunny noon
Some praised her fairer than fairies
Not a single person has seen her face
King’s coterie on the praise to the king
Praised of her beauty
New King wanted to judge the gems
At last she was unveiled
Coteries unveiled
She was he
Flirt made them blind with eyes
Shouted King
Hell to thee
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I would like to translate this poem
at last she unveiled she was he. many times when people unveil they are not what they claim to be.