I want not, to be more beautiful than jewels,
For jewels can be lost or stolen.
I want not, to be more beautiful than the springs
For a vast mass dries up in the sun.
I want not, to be more beautiful than the flowers,
For flowers as we know, fade away.
I want not, to be more beautiful than the sunset,
For eventually it turns into darkness, does it not?
Instead I want my beauty to come pouring from the heart,
For it is forever and it overflows from within.
A beauty that emerges from the soul,
Into the universe, into our world.
So let me not be more beautiful than the stars,
For even those come out only at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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