Fortune's poured for facial looks
That inevitably fades, ending in clay
Instead, invest more on character looks
Which even after passing, never grey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll be completely honest. When I saw the title LOOKS I knew the poem would say something to the effect that looks are ephemeral, looks are superficial, looks - you get my drift - and I was going to type in a passionate appeal that great art depends on those transient beauties, but having actually read your quatrain, I've lost that resolve and I agree with your drift, not mine! You've won a convert to your position.