To strive for perfection is a waste of time.
To do the best you can is the best of time.
Perfection has no sets of definition.
Doing your best can perfect your action.
Perfection depends on outside judgment.
Doing your best responds to your merriment.
Perfection might frustrate you, and fail you.
Doing the best you can would satiate you.
Perfection is an ongoing process,
Like a mirage, always moving ahead.
Imperfection can adorn perfection.
A mole on a moon face adds attraction.
Be yourself, doing the best that you can,
And bring passion to what you are doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem