FRAGRANCE
The fragrance in the walled garden
Is the fragrance of Laila's tresses
O wind! scatter this fragrance
To touch the soul's nose
Scatter it in a poem or painting
or in soul's longing for the rose
The soul would burn to ashes
Not like a moth rounding a lamp
But like a phonix to be reborn again
For the love of the rose again
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem