We search and look for something rare,
We wish and want for what's not there.
That something with beauty, an item that's fair,
Touched by the sun and handled with care.
The Golden Rose.
A song sung with magnificence,
I did not know of such existence.
A flower worth more than money in abundance,
This some sort of plant made a huge difference.
The Golden Rose.
It seems as if it's the dragon's treasure,
Because of the rose, it's the beast's pleasure.
What are the honest, true measures?
Slaying the beast or retrieving the life's true treasure?
The Golden Rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem