O! Queen,why you be proud on your beauty
Don't you know this is your unseen frailty
That you believe to be the different one
You fall in this well from which you can't run
Always you think to live such a life forever
Never you ponder when you will be over
Time neither takes pity nor grant anything
Rather he will make you ride over his wing
Then you see what you should have known
Your charm that once played with frown
Now has lost the attraction like a log of wood
Your lips were pink but now seem no good
Look! Have you anything for your pride
This mortal shows your complete side
You do nothing but dragged your sand
This transient body ,this pride on this land
In the end,this flashy toy will burn to ash
Not a trace of your beauty is left to fresh
Then what upon you so much be proud
Nothing be taken with you,even a shroud
Leave mark behind you on golden sand
That other may follow you on this land
Live with other as roses live with thorn
Sing love song listening Lord's horn
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