Rose

Speak to me! O trembling rose 

why do you shed blood from your eyepiece? 

Though, in sweet-smelling perfume, you dwell in it 

Something you do feel or lack

I suppose

Are you sick, O sweet rose, or unwed? 

The beauty that you wore 

I understand is on lease,

Same is my spirit; you're not alone, weeping rose, 

Speak to me, for whose love these tears are falling.

With a smile in your eye, "Ah, 

My heart glows, 

Wipe your tear, we both admire 

the One and swap- - -.

©Affaq