Many imperfections make one
Perfection's soul declareth in guise
In totality doth not the elements
Bringeth absoluteness from parts
Holdeth not just one mortal
Key to the mystery in living knoweth
Of love’s innumerable facets
In worship thrift to spend time
Fraction of secrets that all life
Nay the doubt unto the holder
Torch in the dark who with eyes
Nothing is found if a way out
12/8/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem