This is the greatest eulogy of Beauty, as great as Christopher Marlowe’s eulogy of Helen ( All is dross that is not Helena) !

It is said that Cupid, Man Mathan
Despite his five arrows
Made thy smile his sixth arrow !

Anju Swarangalum
Porathe Manmathan
Nin chiri, punchiri
Saayakamakkee !

The Master of Music, Gandharva
Not satisfied with the Seven Octaves
Made thy speech the eighth !

Saptha Swarangalum
Porathe Gandharvan
Nin Mozhi
Saadhakamakkee !

Gold, despite its dazzling beauty
Yearned for thy ravishing cheeks !

Pathara mattum
Porathe Kanakam
Nin kavil poovine
Mohichu

Rainbow, dissatisfied with its colors seven
Thirsted for thy majestic beauty !

Ezhu Nirangalum
Porathe Mazhavillu
Nin kanthi nedan
Dahichu !