The aesthetics of life

Beautiful as a bride in a wedding procession

And you are an honored guest or a luxury

And you may be a slave to the misery of survival

How beautiful life is whenever you dream of it

And you will love it while you look at it

It has eyes that watch all your movements

And it has ears that listen to all your whispers

And it has soft fingers that touch you

You may see it in all the colors of the rainbow

And it may seem more beautiful to you in its old dress

And when you are near it, it may not look at you

But if you live in it as it receives you

Or as your goals intended in it

There is no doubt that it will wave to you with all its desires

So that you become free in its spider web

So you become a wrestler against a time that has overwhelmed you

And on an arena where failure is not desirable

If you neglect it, desires will bring you down

And while you spend it, insomnia afflicts you

In it, laws are enacted for you from heaven

And its pillars are raised for you above the water

In a hurry, it remains forever

The time of reckoning will catch up with you after a while

Whether you are a traveler Or resident

Maybe he will realize you with quality and quantity

Whether you are lost or possessed by it

He will bring you what you cannot bear

And you may win with him by a stroke of luck

And your destiny will inevitably reach you with him

For the stages of life are strange to you

No matter how much you struggle with him, he will deny you

Because you do not own him and will not own him

And your right is acquired inevitably

No matter how long the ray of your fullness lasts

And he honors you with what he gave you

And you are blameless if you do not dare to do it

How wonderful it is if you accept it

And he may distance you if you get bored of it

And how beautiful are the spectra of life

In it is everything that is delicious and pleasant of everything

And it is wise, wise, no one understands it

Because its nature is incomparable worlds

If you surrender to it, it will take you to its death

Whatever it is, be the spoiled rebel

Your passion for it cannot die

No matter how much you repent from it or argue with it

And the face remains Life is beautiful forever

No matter how much you remove the makeup

How strange is the beauty of youth, how it is praised

And its owner is blamed if he grows old or stumbles

If you praise it, it gives you its pure water

And in the heat of life, you find shade in its shade

So enjoy what you have, for it has indicated and trust

And succeed if you are entrusted and honored