Love you came in a swing
little in cold nights I felt your lust...., like the Arabian rubiees Life in a mirror world...
Long before the edge of beauty yoked by maturity...
My curtains went on flames..it was an old myth..
Malice with ruffian beauty and pains....
I cursed her and made her stone...
I craveout a tower for her lonely passion..
I became the beast all mankind feared; 'the best way to lust love is to kill her stings'....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem