Who Gave This Prettiness To You? Poem by Mr Tebriz Musayev

I have been mad from saw you,
Your grace is great, is not few,
Day by day my interest renew,
Who gave this prettiness to you?

Without you my morning is black,
When you go, I peer at your track,
You stole my heart, I am slack,
Who gave this prettiness to you?

If only I were lipstick on your lip,
If I would like trousers on your hip,
My poem is valuable, is not cheap,
Who gave this prettiness to you?

Tabriz loves beautiful women,
Their figure must be thin,
I like eyes, which are green,
Who gave this prettiness to you?