Beauty and Youth
Translated by: Dikcheel A. Al-Dikheel
Dikcheel@aol.com

Beauty and youth are in your hands.
Is there a crown mightier than your two crowns?
Beauty set up its monument, and so we wondered,
Who was it for, and you were pointed out!
Let it be your tender soul drift upon it,
just as the light drifts from your eyes.
Jokes were only brilliantly said to whisper,
all words of romance into your ears.
The meadows died of intoxication,
as they were overcome by the flow of your scent.
Roses killed themselves in their envy of you,
and splashed their blood upon your cheeks.
Butterflies forsook the flowers,
when the silent winds spoke of your lips.
Born were you to be the goddess of beauty,
to whom all are to bow worshiping