The gilded lure invites with whispered cheer,
Its shimmer veils the cost we cannot see;
Yet steadfast hearts resist the tempting near,
And hold their truth with quiet dignity.
Though fleeting gain may shine with siren's light,
The soul that bends not finds a deeper claim;
Integrity stands firm beyond the night,
A steadfast flame untouched by fleeting fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem