Where shall you seek beauty,
and how shall you find her,
unless she herself be your way and your guide;
And how shall you speak of her,
except she be a weaver of your speech.
Beauty is kind and gentle.
Beauty is of soft and gentle whisperings,
she speaks forever in our spirit.
Beauty shall rise with the dawn in the east.
She dances with the autumn leaves and i saw a drift of snow in her hair,
as pure as if upon a mountain pass.
Beauty is not a need,
but an ecstasy.
It is a heart enflamed,
it is a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see,
nor the song you would hear;
But rather an image you would see through closed eyes,
and a song you hear through closed ears.
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face,
but you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror,
but you are eternity and you are the mirror.
SAN DOM DE SAN NANTESS EST STANTO.