A stone walks out of the deep
Underground as a rose
A stone metamorphosed into a flower losing
Its color lay in the bloodless glass box.
Hidden the flower beneath the clothes
In which a bottle of fragrance
Left for a thousand years.
The flower blooming in this world lay
A bottle of fragrance
In its bosom.
The flower which forgot the memory
Of melancholy, washing
The breathing flower, namely a stone
Come out to become
A real flower in the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice metaphor imagery and well penned thank voted read mine O my Almighty, thought.....thanx