For that time,
I was my own,
and was on my own:
Better to be unsaid,
bitter to be closed.
Flying arrow,
and broken bow;
what to do,
and how to do.
Silent as sea,
and invisible as move:
It's hard to be,
you can see.
Find a key,
heaven and throne,
ain'tfor free;
cause of hope.
Flowers of desert,
grow without rain;
an immortal grief.
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I would like to translate this poem
flowers of desert grows without rain, true