Death without life will be meaningless.
Truthfulness without falsehood remained valueless.
The universe with no conscious being is nothing.
Reality, images, feelings and thoughts are but one thing.
Good will make no sense without evil.
There won't be angels without a devil.
Because of sunshine, there must be rain.
Because of pleasure, there must be pain.
Hills stand side by side with the valley,
Mountains nor plains both grows the lily,
Great tidings sealed alongside messages of ill-fortune
And grace masquerading as misfortune.
That's the beauty of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Grace masquerading as misfortune!