How can one not be but content?
For Life, be it what it is, is nonetheless—Beautiful.
Yes we ponder, ask our purpose, question our reason.
But always come to the same, same old answer,
Life is what it is, and it is nonetheless—Beautiful.
Neither I, nor any other man can give you faith,
Neither can we give you hope, though if…
If you look you will see that,
Life is only what you can see, and still it is nonetheless—Beautiful.
Ask of no one, but only oneself,
Look to nothing but the horizon,
Listen to everything and it will all remain still,
Life can be only once, and yet it is nonetheless—Beautiful.
So, Let you be reminded as you sit and ponder,
Where ever you may be,
Life is a poem, poorly written but nonetheless—Beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem