walking in my simple garden
I saw a flower, shy in a corner
small, mild, inconspicuous;
and I knelt before it
and it blushed and whimpered
and it said: I am not worthy
and I said:
more marvelous, dearest flower,
you are more marvelous, darling flower,
than all the celebratory fireworks
the masses gawk and wow at…
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I would like to translate this poem