The beauty of form is ever perishing,
Decreasing day by day.
The beauty of soul always increases,
Never ever dies away.
The former being the pleasure of sight
Few moments or few days,
The latter becomes the peace of heart,
In heart does always stay.
Decreasing day by day.
The beauty of soul always increases,
Never ever dies away.
The former being the pleasure of sight
Few moments or few days,
The latter becomes the peace of heart,
In heart does always stay.