The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.

我给你写诗，穿过隔开我们的东西：
手势、风俗、方言、道德习惯。I write to you across what separates us:
Gestures, conventions, idioms, mores.

我自相矛盾吗？
好吧，那我就自相矛盾，
（我辽阔，我包罗万象。）Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)