***Beauty’s essence**

To the Creater did Beauty one day complain

"Why made ye one of stuff that doth wane?"

"The world is like a hall of mirrors," answered He

"A tale told to pass the long night of eternity.

Since of changeable hues it was first made

It’s the essence of beauty that it must fade."

The moon overheard, she was not far

It spread in the skies to the Morning Star.

The Star told the Dawn, Dawn to Dew extended

The secret of Heaven thus to the Earth descended

The bud’s little heart burst with grief and bled

Grief filled the garden in loud lament

Youth that had come to sport in sorrow went.
by Allama Iqbal