The Flower writhes, writhes in Pain
To Suffering
In Suffering
Yet from that Suffering
The Flower hid in dark of night
Solitary began to sing
Thus
From the Flowers there arose
A Poet-Seer
The which other Flowers noting
Emulating
Too became Poet-Seers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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