“To a Circassian Girl”
Her beauty is beyond compare
White as lily-flower, rare
Footsteps – gentle flower petals
Rays of Sun that stately settles
Down to the velvet night;
Eyes that shine, so starry-bright.
Swift and soft as morning breeze
Every gesture speaks of peace.
Dancing, light as poplar leaves,
Tears as sweet as willow weeps;
Her beauty is beyond compare -
Mute, I won’t even dare.