Soft blessed anicha flower, hail
On whom 1 dote is softer still.
You can't liken flowers by many eyed,
To her bright eyes, O mind dismayed.
The bamboo-shouldered has pearl-like
Smiles Fragrant breath and lance-like eyes.
Lily droops down to ground and says
I can't equal the jewelled-one's eyes.
Anicha flower with stem she wears
To her breaking waist sad-drum-blares.
Stars are confused to know which is
The moon and which is woman's face.
Are there spots on the lady's face
Just as in moon that changes phase?
Like my lady's face if you shine
All my love to you; hail O moon!
Like the face of my flower-eyed one
If you look, then shine alone O moon!
The soft flower and the swan's down are
Like nettles to the feet of the fair.
BEAUTY EXTOLLED
