Is It Beautiful? Poem by Naveed Akram

Everything is beautiful that has a box,
My pleasure is beautified by layers of happiness,
The beauty of a person in unity is obvious,
What does the river teach to a man of heaven?

Beauty is the form of the danger and life's safety,
Pain after pain is suffered by ugly jokers;
Staying on the rich road calls to the ship,
That this sails is a misfortune, ideal for some.

My box is good and proper like the character of good,
My actions are words, and my words are actions,
Their beauty is forged by the hammer with lusts
Required by the one who appears on the Eiffel Tower.

I see beauty encompassing the cosmos, fully fair
Like a fairy in the garden of glory and dishevelled girls
Are the lasses that appear with armies of gods
And goddesses, such divine deities apparently become it.