I told the stars:
When I look into her eyes
They twinkle and glow
Brighter than any of you.
I told the fresh spring flowers:
You may be colourful and aromatic,
But her fragrance is sweeter than any of yours.
I told the young beautiful ladies:
Your hair is silky, soft, and lusciously thick,
Yet her long and flowing hair is more charming.
This I want to tell you:
They are all jealous of you,
Because I love you more than any of them.
Ngayaipam A Shimray
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