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Soul-refreshing are your lips,
Breath of Christ are your lips.
The god of beauty, with nectar divine
Has charged the goblet of your lips.
Wisdom, philosophy, deep truths,
Inform the utterance of your lips.
With ruby-pen the lovers of your lines,
Inscribe the message of your lips.
The grass, the foliage, and the bloom,
Forever crave to kiss your lips.
My palate and tongue get honey-drenched,
Whensoever I mention your lips.
What an treat for Walis tongue,
Morn and eve to praise your lips! (en) |
