Youth and Beauty by All Aqqtaal Youth and Beauty met in one, Arthai Kingdom, Thine alone, and was ever crowned more fair than the crown which thou dost wear, loveliness upon a time, lifted up a throne, sublime, who shall sit thereon as we, anti-pointed, flow to thee. Death, Argental spirit now, or thy Kingdom softly flow, as the serrulean skies flow serenely in thine eyes. When, so ever, youth, displays, beauty, all in glorious blaze, vanting, wondrous, brilliancy, youth that tributes, all to thee. And the rose that sought in vain thy rare beauty to attain, slays herself in jealous mood, to suffuse by cheeks with blood.