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