From Palace Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel not at home
Yet welcome
About her thought
When mind is gripped and caught

How to define herself?
Praise and smile at her
Show all kind of affection
I always dream about her relation

She is holier than holy
Symbol of love and beauty
Never with malign intent
But approach very much cautious at present

I praise moon
And hot sun
As both have different temperament
That is divine feeling for improvement

She always blossoms in my garden
The surrounding turns into heaven
I extend hand to have her in arm
She escapes like wind without causing harm

"What will you do when I am before"?
She is feeling bad and remains sore
But very second moment, she comes out with solace
As if smiling queen from palace,