You are yourself so beautiful to look at that
Your beauty fails it my poetry,
So attractive and lovely,
So fascinating and charming indeed.
On looking you, my pen stops it,
As if someone holding the pen
And asking me,
You do not write, do not,
See the lovely maid,
Just see her,
Not less than your poetry.
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