You’ll always be beautiful:
If even your hairs were a handful scraped to the skull
Or plenteous and bounteous like the mane of a tall horse
If even you were slim to the bones
Or plump, rounded, and fat
If even your skin glows and shines like a babe’s
Or it is scrawny, scaly and wrinkled
If even your voice is sweet and sonorous like Nightingale’s
Or it is husky, hoarse and bland
If even you had the strides of angel
Or the clumsy walk of the aged.
You’ll always be beautiful!
For your beauty is uncorrupted
And the beautified of you is incorruptible;
Your soul that never wear
Your spirit that never tear.
Because your beautifier is ever at work
You’ll always be beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is very simple....and at the time...very nice...keep it up... you can read my poem....WRITTEN IN MIDNIGHT HOUR.....thanks for sharing this lovely poem