At night the rose is dark
At night a black bull
flies from the rose
It pierces the skin
with its two silver horns
At night the rose is dark
The spilt blood
of the hapless passer-by
drips from its horns
At night the rose is dark
But in daylight
the rose's black bull
is only a shadow
lying in ambush
So beware
when you pick
the rose
Beware
Carry a dagger
close to your heart
to butcher
that bull
which lies
all day
folded in petals
at the heart of the rose
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.