I dreamt of an angel, just alike you
and I was looking at her hair,
and soon I was _
in the hanging gardens of Babel,
with falling-brooks of wine...
And I was looking into her eyes,
and soon I was by the Mediterranean sea _
bright blue-green, under the sunshine...
And I was looking at her lips,
and soon I was in the mountains of _
Eden in Yemen,
and saw a sparkling ruby just like thine...
And I wish that she would accept _
a poem of mine,
so I could feel more and more that,
being is fine.
Hashem Sharifi ( boodesh ) - April 1994 - Elsinore
Thanks to my friends, for translation
First published in March 2006