Where is Marvel of my youth?

Look on dimple of my face, where

are my child days?

Those youthful years, my name, fate and the fame 

Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have gone.

Where is my Barbie doll? Ah, that little swimming pool.

Swan pair seated in meditation on the waters melodic tune, 

Was it an illusion to eye or a misunderstanding? 

Where is the bird of prey? Wovels

and the tigers 

Seeking to drive their thirst away, 

Where is my bamboo flute? 

Oh! Lambs on the leaping mead, night flight, eyes flew 

See, behind the trackless path, 

The wind blows quite fast, 

With a Shroud on mattress pad, 

Where is my marvel of youth? 

Fever of my flaming youth, Oops, 

Had I strived to live for sooth, 

Where is the splendid sun? 

Regent of heaven.

Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant 

Path to nights lonely traveller, 

trapped by the typhoon.

Where are the sweet smellings of rosa? Ah, coquetry 

of Nachtigall and his love poem.

Look the dimple of my face, it was

Just a walking dream,

Quite tame, eye is tearful and mind becomes irate.....

---Affaq