Divine Poetry

It was a pleasant morning, Gentle breeze was blowing, My beloved poet wanted to write an outstanding poetry, Completely different from his other poesy; He began to depict in a pleasing mind, Wonderful words spontaneously filled his superior poetic domain And he joyously wrote all these with his divine skill, After some time he finished the great Poetry successfully, Then he himself read it minutely And found that the lovely poesy had definitely achieved its divinity, But it had lost its earthly fragrance altogether, Which could not satisfy my dearest bard at all.