Pretty pearls of wisdom in a silken drawstring bag.
Endow when treated with respect to cure the ills of man.
Almost rounded as a pea and clear as purest glass.
Razzle- dazzle sparkle many colours now to hand.
Lattice woven patterns now glitter through the gaud.
Six and twenty counted, you are indeed a lucky man.
Oh Lord what blessings in disguise a pearl can soon reveal?
From simple questions, what is love? What can I do for you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem