With a highly volatile temper

A person may lose the beauty of mind

Just like a sweet flower in the winter.

With all sweetness a flower blooms,

But the warmth of the sun

Does burn the soft petals.

The air does fade its aroma away.

The water hits the soft petals

With a mighty splash

Time and again.

But

If the beauty of mind blooms once,

Neither the sun, the air nor the water can

Harm it.

With the beauty of flower,

I can win the beauty of mind.

But with the beauty of mind,

I can win the grace of God.