Though I try my best,
I can not get rid of thee,
I am entirely glued to thy wonderful eyes,
In the calm and tranquil night,
When I fall deep asleep,
I ask myself in my sweet vision,
"What special things are there in thy eyes? "
Someone promptly answers me from within,
"All the pure and sacred beauty of the world resides in these."
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I would like to translate this poem
nice lovely eyes hers even now though old god knows ' what find young girls in my eyes you may read this just posted truly 1017 HAVE READ IT SO FAR...AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR Silently into the night