Full moon would be her face
Jasmine would be her fragrance
Lightning would be her eyes
Silence would be her language
Dew drops of winter would be her voice
Deer calf of the fragrant forests would be her walks.
I saw her one day and
Asked for her heart as boon
She gave it but immediately she took it back
And went away..
She is indeed the island of the sea, untouched hitherto,
In its fragrant sands, I wished to be floral shrub..
She is indeed the melody, unforgettable after hearing,
Even after...