What magic in her voice has she
With which she often tantalizes me; 
Ignorant am I though about her unseen beauty, 
Her spiritual presence, of course, is being felt by me.
When I wake up in the dead of night and find
her hunting me, though she’s out of sight; 
An union of two virtual bodies by a restless mind
Is being done in its most imaginative flight.
Alas! Had I power of a ghost, 
Which can occupy the body of a guest, 
I would merge with my dear heart
Making her body my dwelling place, the best.
Two souls would live then in one home, 
With barriers and interference of none; 
Both would talk, sing, play and roam
Within one body of blood, flesh and bone.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    