Can it take a shape?
Does it have an essence?
Nameless -- Weightless -- Colourless --
The mist of tranquility
That wafts the fragrance of nobility, altruism, humanity
It carved into an idol-
It has an aura
Name -- Weight -- Motley --
The aroma of Divinity
That binds together mankind in the bond of devotion, asceticism, purity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem