Is your soul a fire, or those eyes made by flame?
I do not know this volcano blazed with what kind of ember?
One who the moth, does ever hide himself from the flame?
You wanted, for that reason this desire blazed by force..

Wish the day take some light from you and turn to a color;
Wish the moon kowtow for your face and grovel itself;
While everything vanishing and disappearing gradually from my sight,
Wish just appear the radiance of your green eyes..

O! you that ruin me with your incurable burn,
O! you that the hearts blaze with your every look!
Sharp like dagger and sensitive like flowers
When your face give me the taste of death for your sake.


I threw away the randy giant towards the winds within my heart;
I tasted the pleasure of commiting the sin by eyes
Eyes that, they are one pieces parts of the God on You,
Eyes that, they are your hardest cruelty and weapon..

Beat with your glorious weapon to let amend homeland of the heart;
You are beautiful while you beating and murdering me anyway!...
Just like another kind of magic gushing out from your face,
A face that made by a tigress and sadness..

Longing to you, O! fresh youth of twenty years,
With your arriving but still does not chease this pain in my chest.
Does not chease! the voice of heart, of adoring, of love is this!
Does not chease! the composition of eternal yearning is this!

With longing for, it was easy to die for your sake,
If it was possible to see you from the great beyond,
Even the seas drown the world and turn it to armageddon,
Even the seas douse the volcanos only inside me!

Still alive Cain while hiding in my soul
If it was possible, in spite of a lifetime
Conseal you against the others, i would be a curtain.
Like a ground, i would be whereever you tread..

Your moonshiny face is making jealous the God!
This beauty, is not be able to build even by most sensitive poem.
Difficult to approach, hard to walk away from you;
This is made by heart, this beauty is not be able to see by eyes..