The Beauty is so strong,
the beauty is so tall
that it makes you its slave,
that looking at it can be blinding.
So sharp that it injures,
so [self] assured it’s frightening,
so scarce that some
never succeed in finding it.
At night it's in disguise,
it undresses at dawn,
it’s outlined in dreams,
it seeks refuge in the soul.
It goes on over time,
and in time fades away,
no one can have it
even if it can be bought.
The Beauty is so brief,
beauty is so virtuous
that one must be careful
to avoid stripping it.
It is so pure and so sweet
that it stains easily.
Touching it is a luxury
and killing it is a crime.
At night it's in disguise,
it undresses at dawn,
it’s outlined in dreams,
it seeks refuge in the soul.
The Beauty is everything,
The beauty is nothing.