The Manifestation of Beauty

Beauty’s manifestation which gives restlessness to Longing Which youth nurtures in its fancy’s lap

By which this ephemeral universe becomes eternal By which youth becomes a colorful tale

Which teaches us to be meditating To be escaping the present state’s scene

Which removes the immaturity of perceptions Which makes Intellect a slave to impressions

Ah! Does that Beauty exist anywhere or not? O Lord! Does that jewel exist on the universe’s ring?