मेहरारू से खिसिया के बना कवि!

In the secret chamber

Of her heart
She wishes to be
A consort of King :
"Can Pygmilion ever
become a King?
Crown he has none,
Sword is sold,
Armour pawned,
Mallets and chisels have rendered him
A pauper!"

(They lived Happily
afterward-Nonsense, utter
nonsense!)

A man, born of woman,
is of few days and full of trouble.
(Pygmalion was born the
moment he dreamt of Galatea)

"Common Pygmalion,
You'r dommed only to
Crave Me out of Stone,
You cant Ever have me,
Why dont you try at
Painting now,
You bleed a brilliant Red?"

And, Galatea wounded
Pygmalion.
Poor Pygmalion!