Pride and vanity, the twins often render
The genial face into a cold, chiselled rock;
All inner goodness and the nobility stock
Goes in-effectual and is an ample offender;
Though significant and cordial, yet are unread
The feelings and gestures of a blank look,
As invalid, senseless data from an alien book,
Inane and trifling despite all efforts instead;
If the mind could exact words and gestures
Making ethical comfits of selfless thoughts and plea,
Treat on par other's common equity and glee;
Thus turn all Life's dry tracts into green pastures;
Mutual harmony and compassion enliven the dead
Both body and spirit more than all done and said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem...words of wisdom!