She asked me,
' Who am I? '
I replied,
' You are the raped lock
From Belinda's face lifted
That jealous lovers may see.'
She then asked once again,
' Who are you then? '
I once again replied,
' I am the lock lifter
Whom its Glory shined
That jealous lovers may see.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem