The fragrance of words
Is the music of heart.
The fragrance of heart
Is the lore of human culture.
Out of a noble heart,
Noble words are born.
Out of noble words,
Gentle expressions are born.
It is a ceaseless spring,
It waters our life.
It is a horizon-
Of peace and imperturbation
A man beyond all slang
Is a man worth listening.
He hath in store a treasure,
He hath universal brotherhood.
Words are eternal springs,
They are unwithering flowers.
They keep our life in gentler tones,
And waft their fragrance unto the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely write...you have made a word a flower