Pure, vulnerable as it used to be
Where sweet fragrance rushing to meet by a bee
White rose covered with insects and grin
Where petals turn to a twain
White rose in the garden insist
to plea the freedom that exist
White rose where have you been?
You're fragrance lost as it was been
Get up yourself away from that place
Let not yourself be covered with disgrace
White rose left alone in the garden
Nurse yourself they'll be back then
White rose in the garden had plea
To move forward with thee
White rose their journey is onward
And yet your moving backward
White rose in the garden insist
That in the world she exist
White rose aren't you shy?
Without wings you will fly?
White rose don't try to surpass
A thing you cannot pass
White rose dying to reach the star
Rejoice, in your folk you are a star
White rose, get up and shine
Embrace the shining sunshine
White rose wasting her time
Searching for nothing every time
White rose can't you see? life is short
soon to be fade and no worth
White rose don't try to incline
you're fate is already in line
White rose be satisfied
For you are glorified
White rose remember how you used to be
In pure, vulnerable garden with the bee
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I would like to translate this poem