Your lovely picture is always in my mind,

There is no picture of any other kind.

Your chin depression is like an apple’s,

Your red lips, like the rose petals.

Your curved eyebrows like the first night moon,

In your separation, I shall die soon.

Your black hair, like the black clouds,

Of which you are very proud.

Your goblet face, your charming cheeks,

I like all these like hot cakes.

I remember thy,

Words ever spoken to me.

Now I wish to see you at a glance,

But I wonder weather I shall get the chance.