Ralinsha

It started on the eleventh day of the third moon, the day before my thirty-eighth sun, this year. Having seen her on the box days or weeks earlier, it occured to me that particular day to write a poem about her, not knowing whence and how the fancy came. And thenceforth words keep flowing into my head. She is such a famous beauty that it would be inexpedient to name her in my poems. So I make use of an alias instead of her plain name. This collection of poems expresses the emotions I feel for and about her.