Before the glass,
Do not approach the mirror in such a way,
For some mirrors are too much,
If they cling to your chest,
Then what?
Before the glass, approach it thus.
Beauty is a treasure, do not flaunt it to all,
Do not wander in the garden at dusk,
For even in flowers, there are thieves,
If they steal the flush from your cheeks,
Then what?
Before the glass, approach it thus.
Adorned, do not go to the marketplace,
Adorned, do not go to the marketplace,
Walking beside me, do not release my hand,
For all eyes are upon you, unaware,
If the crowd hides you away,
Then what?
Before the glass, approach it thus.
In any gathering, do not come with me,
In any gathering, do not come with me,
Do not shake hands with my friends,
For among my friends, there are poets,
If they adorn you in their verses,
Then what?
Before the glass, approach it thus.
For some mirrors are too much,
If they cling to your chest,
Then what?
Before the glass, approach it thus.
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