Looked for, Loved for,
That hidden thing,
That is manifest from all things;
Who is that beautiful?
That is smiling in small and big things;
That tells me in whispered speech:
I am beautiful! I love beauty!
Where lies the One thing,
That really I am?
Where stays the One thing,
That is I but I never see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem