THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN
Wearing a white flower in her black hair
Beautiful diamonds in her snow white neck
In ecstatic air, was sitting a lady, roses on her table
My spirit bloomed on seeing her precious stones
I praised her facial mole, pearly teeth, curl of lips
Honey smile, stride of gait, flash in her black eyes
My murshud said look deeper than her physical beauty
Her soul be purer than the purest water of rain
Her thoughts be more pious than fragrant breeze
The light of her character be more beautiful than moon
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