She praised herself as goddess of beauty,
Her charming smile and seducing beauty,
To her is a weapon unimaginable,
Like the beautiful morning sun,
All her dreams was to be admired and praised by all,
By day or by night,
She sees herself the brightest,
Oh, if only she knew that all things fades away,
Like stars of the morning,
Her greatest achievement wouldn't ever be charmed beauty.

Though the lilies are so beautiful,
They appear so pleasing to the eyes,
How long can they bloom?
Beauty is like the season's,
One comes, and the other disappears,
Today, the wrinkles has come to stay,
That shining skin that pleases,
And sparkles shining tunes,
Congregating lustful men in her *****,
Shrinks away like the dry leaves of the tree,
Never more to be cherished and admired anymore.

Her moment of joy now appears her saddest moment,
And her beauty became a source,
Wherein grieve is born,
Her time has come and gone,
Like the summer times,
And the winter times,
The spring times and the the autumn,
None can last for ever,
Her charming smile appears to her,
Miseries of that old woman living alone,
Looking at her old mirror,
She sees nothing but her empty gums.

That shining teeth, all falling apart,
Like the child, changing teeth,
Oh, beauty,
How deceitful thou art,
A distraction to many,
And a source wherein pride originated,
She has been deceived,
She has faded,
Her time has come and gone,
Today she could say,
With tears, sorrow and deep regret,
Nothing appears same forever,
Everything comes and goes,
Never pierce yourself,
Never be deceived.