Picture: A picture said once on the painter’s play, my beauty gets a charm on thy display. To me it looks so unfair that why thou are hidden from my eye.

Painter: The glance a burden on Seeing Eye, what happened to spark on seeing pry. Of griefs, pains, burnings, the look bad a part, O heedless! Be content with conscious heart!

Picture: The heart a weak point of wisdom and sense, a life long motive for the heart is glance. This world’s tug and pull suits her never, to hear God’s voice, ‘You can’t see me ever’.

Painter: Thou art a sign but of my wonder’s game, be despaired never of thy maker’s aim. For my sure vision note a point hence, be not hidden e’er from thy own glance!