Wisdom leads beauty
To nearby mountain
Where pride suffers
On low pedestal
But humility is thrill
With oasis of pleasurable bloom
And grace flows like a fountain.
Beauty relishes on grace's flavour
And on grace wings
Beauty flies to new height
Where victory gladly calls,
Where joy await with open arm
And peace reign on noble's throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write.