美，不经雕琢，与生俱来——
若去追逐，它必闪躲——
顺其自然，它将永驻——
超越时光
牧场上，当风的手指
轻抚过草地——
神赐予的美
你永远无法造就——
Beauty—be not caused—It Is—
Chase it, and it ceases—
Chase it not, and it abides—
Overtake the Creases
In the Meadow—when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro’ it—
Deity will see to it
That You never do it—