I love and value wisdom, integrity and beauty more
than myself, anyone else or any other quality
In my life journey I never met anybody with the capacity to
embody these virtues, neither I myself nor anyone else
Lowered my standards to merely striving for these high
ideals, dreaming of them, but still haven’t met anyone
Who shares my quest, the only people who profess
to dream the same dream are out of reach
Living in a world where all are forced to regurgitate ugliness
without requiring anyone to look for wisdom and beauty
Those loyal to duty do not value beauty while those
who create beauty scorn wisdom and integrity
In this imperfect world I have chosen to align myself with
those who serve duty - while my heart burns for beauty
The falsehoods offered by the cynical and unprincipled
tastes of ashes in my mouth while my soul hungers for
The sublime, the unearthly wisdom of the divine…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem