The little child has plucked the rose from the tree,
Mother rebukes him,
"Why have you plucked the flower?
The rose has lost its beauty and glory altogether."
The child indifferently answers his mother,
"Look here, the flower is more beautiful and glorious in my hand,
Both of us are divine in nature, "
The mother becomes spellbound at the wise answer,
She feels the greatest truth in it,
Child and flower are the celestial pair that excels every beautiful object in nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem