A solitary rose in the garden
Whispered to herself
These thorns are for my safety
Alas! Still they pluck me up
Stumbling to the decking hall
Placing herself in the smiling wall
How she lost in her own thoughts,
About the warmth of the credulous wind
And the charm of the maternal land
Still she responsibly did her duty
blazing her fragrance and beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful as she was, she felt no need to leave but was forced even when she insisted not to. Good piece, keep it up.