I have no heart to pluck all these blooms,
from the trees and shrubs they grown,
fragrant, aromatic and hues of smiles,
only a few terrorize us to run for miles,
I have no heart to take out all these flowers,
a few have to be nib, without rubbing the buds,
a few have to be cut, otherwise, we are hurt,
Let them decorate the altar and soothe the hearts,
I have no heart to pinch these soft balm,
with tips of my fingers to squeeze to be torn,
I leave a few in the trees and shrubs as decorum,
Though they will wilt, next time I meet them.
The few in the trees change my mood to be happy,
The few in the shrubs parade as the colorful models,
The few in our hearts always have the love resource,
The few in our thoughts are our backdrops, when we rise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very beautiful, thanks..