A man asks not to bear this deadly burden,
But only upon him can it be bestowed.
Those who accept may not live forever,
But those who reject it will go extinct.
By the Hand of Balance that allocates,
This blessing or curse, man suffocates.
Those who learn to bear this burden,
Become better men to get a breath of air,
While those who give in, perish under the weight,
Breaking a bond of life to receive no more.
By the Hand of Beauty that naturally selects,
With precision it chooses and removes defects.
This inheritance makes man a beast of burden,
Carrying a weight that will never leave him,
In his infinite cage, blinded by what he seeks,
Putting him to work with a hope of freedom,
With a chance to breathe and love but uncertain,
This desire for a woman, is The Beautiful Burden.