Her Divine Beauty

Her beauty is like the sunrise, and her affections like the lasting
fountains of Abe Zamzam,
That when I bathe in them, I am purified of all the germs of life,
Purged of fires and eclipses, of all life’s darkest stains.
Her beauty is like a rose garden that blossoms for a lifetime,
Minus cankers and never withered by the wintry snows.
Her love converts the poison of my heart into honey,
because she is the light of my heart and the jewel of my lifetime.