Truth I leave to God
But I seek beauty that does not lie in concur with truth
And beauty is not found at surface
It is hidden under
Layers upon layers
And without the help of metaphors it cannot be revealed
It is not my notion but of the great Greek philosopher Aristotle.
So a poem without metaphor
Is a sky without its blue
Or a piece of cloud without its essence, the rain
If rhyme and meter are the cosmetics and jewellery
Worn in the different parts of the body
And fainted in the face
So a poem without metaphor is a heartless beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truth is a heartless beauty? Humorless too.