Shall i tell you of a woman i saw?
Her beauty so rear more than any earthly ornamented core
Shall i tell you of a beauty so bold and loud
A prodigy so esteemed in and out of any crowd
Shall i tell you of a woman, every woman envy
A moral countenance they often wish to see
They say she does not want to walk like a cat tripping
But every time she passes by, it is if the earth sway with her in delightful weeping
They say, not her single hair peeped from her head
But every time she passes by, it is as if her maker replace it with perfection on her forehead
They say she covered up her entire body
But every time she passes by it is as if she is naked, telling everyone of her chastity
One day they say she smile while passing by
They wind joyously showered bliss, boasting that she look her in the eye
The ground silences every passing sound
Bluffing that, direct in it face the smile rebound
They say whenever she smile all nature lodging are rejoicing
For the woman in hijab had give off her moral lesson
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