Your beauty spreads from village to village;
O girl, illusive-palace, the peace-abode,
Come here and stand silently near this poet;
Opening your veil, let me see your face.
Uncover the chest-cloth, o white beauty,
Let me see what wealth you have hidden there;
Removing your Muslin, get nude, virgin,
Let me see what beauty-goods in that shop.
You are the store of beauty, not a lie;
I have observed your beauty with stunned eyes;
Beauty’s civilization smiles on you;
No doubt, you are extremely beautiful.
But if you built home into this poet’s heart,
You would be completely beautiful then.
