She in my sweet memory dwells, 
Although physically she is unknown to me; 
Her sweet voice’s magic spells
Often hunt me overwhelmingly.
My thoughts, I hope, might be with her, 
As hers do float reminiscently within me; 
Neither has she seen me ever, 
Nor do I visualize her feminine beauty.
Still works a force of unseen line
Between her and me, the two aliens; 
I am pulled by a voice, soft and feminine, 
And she might be by my coarseness of man.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    