#77 Afreen

I’ve never seen one with such beauty as she Hers is the beauty of the sculptured idols of Ajanta Her beauty has bewitched our gaze Her beauty is an alluring song Her beauty is a heady fragrance Hers is the beauty of scented moonlight Hers is the beauty of a haunting melody Hers is the beauty of a blossoming garden Hers is the beauty of the first light of dawn Hers is the most exquisitely hewn beauty Warm and smooth as sandalwood Pure and delicate as marble

It is impossible to describe that beautiful beloved

Praise to her Creator!

I don’t know what enchantment your gaze wrought My heart became drawn to you irresistibly The bright dawn of my face, the dusky twilight of my tresses All that was mine is now devoted to you Your eyes met mine And ever since then a spell has been woven I feel that I have become beautiful

Her face is fresh as a flower Is it her face in its brilliance or is it the moon itself? Her face is sheer poetry Her face has the beauty of the lotus flower Her face is an artist’s thought and also its translation Her face is both dream and realisation Her face is some magical tale Her face is both certainty and supposition Her face is like no other seen anywhere Splendidly luminous, dazzlingly radiant.