Listen carefully O' distant friends of mine,
Never be personal when thou read my verse line.
'THOU ' though addresses thee is meant for all fair beings
Whose fairness inspires a muse to dance and sing.
My verses are sacred, and not a single inch fake,
And what I do is only for the art's sake.
O' What the great bards had done by thy beauty's bid,
The same I search from thee and the same I do need.
The nature hath moulded thee nicely and with too much care,
And thou must know poetry meets with things, lovely and fair.
O' never link a dirty flirt with my rhyme,
Though it hath used the fairness of thy prime time.
The beauty is eternal and so is our sweet poetry,
So the latter sings in all ages the former's glory.
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