I've chosen a red rose for you;
But then came, jasmines are liked by you.
So I went to collect there;
Then it struck, you are not here.
I sat as, my knees on the land;
Jasmines were in my hands.
To smell I was fully bent;
And felt that everything came to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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