Look into the surrounding
Look, faded the virtue has not yet been
Why do we often blame on it, say its lost
Rather I would say, it's beauty is rather stretching-
If not, how would we have been living!
Its like a fragrant rose-
When it blooms within someone
Pervades the aroma itself among others
Charm it makes them, and
If dies, hence, other comes out to blossom.
One dies, falls, and fertilizes the soils
Where the root is deep rooted.
Where the virtue's head is not high?
Where it stays without the appreciation?
Where does it not take sphere in human mind?
Let its abstract body be shaped concrete.
But why are we deviated from the path of it!
Why are we falling down, why the falling awakes us not!
Listen, virtue is the modern crown-
Glittering, waiting and thinking of us.
Let yourself be promised to virtue
Let the human beings be crown headed, occupy the throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let yourself be promised to virtue. good one.