The sand that torments the oyster
The pain it creates in its womb,
The way the shell lies in the ocean
In the depths of a watery tomb,
The patience, endurance, the virtue
How it is nurtured in this way,
This stranger in its own habitat
And yields day after day,
The way this grain grows with a coating
To become all that it can be,
Then waits quietly in its cradle
Buried underneath the sea…
Thus, it is born—this treasure
Through agony; tempest unfurled,
This is the untold story
This is the secret of the Pearl.
