Dreaming of a person they never met,
Is like falling in love with faraway Venus.
Lovely to the eye from afar
fitting right in one’s bosom
A blind lover is but a child,
reaching his hand to pluck the moon,
pitiful is the poet
drunken in love thus paint
in his composition to the love he can’t hold close,
one whose eyes can only see in his stupor
but faint is the reality.