My Translated Poem!

A man approached me in the street, As if he knew me well, Then he shook hands as if to greet, Though why I couldn't tell... He said he knew something I wrote, Translated long ago And then he stopped to clear his throat, Reciting to and fro... His gestures reinforcing thoughts I barely recognised, I stood amazed and out-of-sorts, Like I was hypnotised... He smiled as if from ear-to-ear, All fired-up, enthused, With me engulfed by all his cheer, While standing quite bemused... And all at once, reciting done, The title was revealed, It proved to be my favourite one, The thoughts that most appealed... Herein Is Beauty it was called, Herein my heart was kept... And while he looked at me enthralled, With joy, I stood and wept... Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2013.