In the stagnated pool of muddy waters
Where the lotus grows aplenty
Still maintains the beauty of whiteness
The glory in all the life it desires
When the situations are adverse there
They takes the determination to be tamed
They know beauty is their existence
They know birth or circumstance none to reckon
The performance are to be judged for
What they deserves, or what not.
Lotus the flower considered as sacred'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem