Ah, woman, who gave you the beauty's name?
The empathy, mellowed eyes; and the sooty face.
And with that seated you in the soul of man,
When the beauty fades away from the face.
Then you are set free from the mortal pain.
Nay escape; your soul is poured upon soul of man.
The beauty that you hold is just for your man
And not to world and O the man, shew honor
And revoke command, for she is a blue passion
Flower, preferred Lady! rejoice in your internal
Affairs, from your birth your rights are reserved
Then again you' re crowned as the earth's beloved.
Aah, both the servng air and ardent fire lies in you,
Despite all these why are you so unrelieved?
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