Pondering on a Rose/ A delicate flower/ Crimson it glows/ Quietly through the hour/ It is adored by passersby/ Walking on sunny afternoons/ It is the blush of a little girl shy/ When her lover professes under the light of the moon/ And how fragrant its petals/ Elegant its form/ Rising toward the sky/ Indifferent to the ferocity of the Storm.
Fond to the human eye/ Felt by the human soul/ A passionate harmless life/ Amid the crude & cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem