LOVE Poem: Enchanted Beauty, by SAHEB SK

Or Deam Pulchritudinem

Mother thou art superior,
The whole world under the shadow,
Of thy majestic valour.
Thou art the new morrow.

O When I visualised,
Thy visage, which had charm,
Of Freyja. I was astonished,
To venerate thy ecstatic glam.

That was magnificently emitting,
From the face of Jove.
I was motionless. Glowing,
Was her heavenly cloak,

Which embraced the soul,
Of enchanted beauty. Though,
I had only glimpse single,
To portrait her with blood.

She had the beam of Hera,
Which enamoured the heath.
With the thousand flora,
Of rapture. Like blossom spring.

I went to the woods,
To get Psyche’s girdle.
To fill the water of brook,
Into my heart’s vessel.

The offerings will be placed,
On alter of thee, O Mother.
The prayers will be chanted.
Celestial bliss of Jupiter,

Will be rained, flow of river.
Harp will be tuned again.
The sash will be appeared in colour,
Doves will bring message golden,

Of tranquillity, the matter,
Will become a testimony,
Of thy glory, O Mother.
Fauns and Satyr will accompany,

The journey of wheel.
Like the tide of great sea,
I’ll be seen kneel.
In front of thee, O Goddess of Beauty.