Oh, She Is Such A Beauty! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

sometimes we are stunned by ' beauties ';
oh, she is such a beauty-
a simple beauty, an unadorned charm!
alas, she herself quite unaware
of her innocence in blissful radiance;
she is not wealthy, a poor
but rich in beauty's excellence!
everything about her professes dignity
and anything she does is gentle in grace
and does possess a natural poise;
she seems to speak yet not;
o, her beauty speaks in whispers with the wind:
your age does not decline the treat of her beauty;
it spreads on her like the unshaken shadow
on the still waters of a limpid lake-
her beauty manures not vulgar vultures of the mind
but transforms you as an ardent devotee of beauty!
o how could it be she the mother of two grown kids
that garland their arms around her lovely neck!
her fair skin seems quite strange for her social status
and radiates a divine glow about her;
those artificially shaped girls in skimpy dress
down the ramps in ugly gaits in blinding lights
and those in wealthy overflowing dresses
in knife-sharp creases and in boastful jewellery
are no match to this lady wrapped in local attire sans ornaments;
whose one-quarter smile would land us in heavens of bliss!
who is the lucky soul to have her as his dear wife?
who is the mother that nurtured her in her womb?
o god, let she not age nor her beauty tire and wither
for she is the walking paradise of virtuous beauty;
a creation of you when you were in total peace!