We believe in good things easily

But hard to confide in bad ones,

(Beauty tells us the jovial story

But often it throws the dark rays

Into our smiling face.)

 

We know if the flowers

Bloom, they must give sweet fragrance

To the air, but we often forget

Some are odorless. Some flowers which

Bloom beyond our vision are full

Of sweet nectar but we don't care of them.

Oh dear, if we believe in beauty blindly,

Why we can't seek the latent essence

Of ugliness opening our big eyes?