The night when the fair maiden revealed the likeness of her form to me, <br />The warmth of her cheeks, the veil of her hair, <br />Golden like a topaz, covering <br />A brow of smoothest crystal— <br />She was like the sun making red in her rising <br />The clouds of dawn with the flame of her light. <br /> <br />Translated by Nina Salaman<br /><br />Yehudah HaLevi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fair-maiden/
