Don’t seduce me, 
You may be as luscious as Menka, 
But you can’t be triumphant eventually, 
In stealing my sleep, leaving me in insomnia.
Indeed I’m an admirer of beauty, 
Yet I don’t want to be a sinner, 
I don’t call myself a saint heavenly, 
I loved only one girl forever.
Even if she is not beside me, 
I can feel her existence ever in my psyche.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    