Pearl

Tales many, O pearl, about your formation have I heard, Some unbelievable, some doubtable, all luring, yet, In their cautiousness, your soul, the oysters lovingly gird, As a child in a mother's womb merrily you get set...! It is true, for months, within your mother's womb you did starve, Your birth, to the world of lakes, and oceans, is a delight, Master craftsmen, as other gems, need not cut you or carve, Midst precious gems, yet, in the global peddle, you shine bright...! Crowns of kings and queens and gods and goddesses you adorn, Profound purity of foam-like gold-whiteness in you ooze; As though the cosmos and the constellations are reborn, Dust of the sun and the moon and the stars, in you, transfuse...! None can renounce their enchantment to you, which is boundless, Your existence, yet, like pure divine presence, is soundless...!!!