The Beloved's grace, no words can hold,
Awe, awe, forever told.
Even you, beholder true, would sigh,
Awe, awe, beneath the sky.
The Beloved's grace, no words can hold,
The Beloved's grace, a story untold.
Never have I seen such beauty's gleam,
A form like Ajanta's painted dream.
A form, a spell upon the sight,
A form, a song, a fragrant light.
A form, a rhapsody in play,
A form, where moonlit shadows sway.
A form, a garden's budding grace,
A form, the sun's first, radiant embrace.
A form, sculpted, lovely, heart's delight,
Sandalwood, marble, pure and bright.
Sandalwood, marble, taking flight.
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