Hidden in green grass
like a lady behind curtain,
a flower leads its life.
Its beauty is endangered
as one plucks it for oneself.
Let it enjoy life.
Beloved can be pleased
with a word of praise for her.
Why to kill its beauty?
Born to spread fragrance;
to sweeten the hearts of others,
not to endure pain.
Don’t pluck lovely flowers
to be offered to worship God.
Divine force is there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem