Every series of few words
And composition of some lines
Is not poetry
can not move the heart
Every sphere in crimson color is not the rising Sun
Can not make the lotus-buds blossom and bloom
Every cool thing is not the pleasant moon
It can not be the darling of the lovely lilies
Every mixture of some colors or every group of some strokes
Is neither picturesque nor picture
It can not feast the eyes
Every woman having elevations and depressions
Some shapes and curves
Is not the beloved and can not cause amorous feelings
All these creations are works of some indifferent craftsman
And are partially sculpted disfigured forms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beauty is indeed in the eyes of the beholder...but i'm sure you'll agree, when one is in love. everything turns beautiful ;)