Classic Poem

Dark Beauty, childhood dream!
Resistance of the stingy lips —

Do not approach me, but remain
an alluring idea for the future

When you pass, earth awakens
from its heavy slumbering dream

The tiny window of her hope
illuminated by your gleaming smile

Dark Beauty, remain for me
the most remote of pleasures

Remain a longing on my lips,
a wisp of vision in my eyes

Remain elusive, like tomorrow
to which death will beat us all.