Sonnet 8: Fairness Poem by Banik Rai

What else God could have done to manifest
His miracle than the creation of thee?
Thou art fair and no fairer thou could be
For the fairness, as far I know hath its best
And that is where thou with thy fairness rest
I may try the hardest, but tis thy beauty
That draggeth me towards the immense sea
Of fairness thou owest, and I'm afraid not lest
I would drown but if I would, to slake
My eternal thirst, dry thee and thus destroy
The fairest thing my eyes had ever seen
Thus the harder I must try for the sake
Of thy fairness, for the fleshy joy
Over thy fairness can ne'er make its win.