Tell me friends, where are your roses?
A blooming rose pricks me with its horn andI let a cry sweet,
”Oh rose I love you”.
In this garden of pests and reptiles
Who grows this rose of just one thorn?
That is born to prick me alone?
Never do I get an answer
But the gardener throws a smile at me.
He thinks that I love this rose.
An idea springs off at last and
An answer redeems me at times.
There is no rose without a thorn.
Tell me friends, where are your roses?
Didn't you read in the papers recently that the horticultural dept. somewhere in India has developed a new variety of rose with no thorns? A rose with just one thorn also must be a new species! ! (Just joking!)
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I would like to translate this poem
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