
In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find,With a radiant smile, a flower so fair;
Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind Are you too – a hapless flower from a beloved's hair.
Frail fingers wouldn't take you to a soft face so close,Nor would you be kissed by lips delicate and rose.”
With a silent smile the flower replied, “Don't lose heart!With a silent smile the flower replied, “Don't lose heart!
This desert I wouldn't give up for the gardens of Iran,A solitary I am here while legions are there,
Amidst this cursed soil I stand apart.
In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I,Beauty's silent song, a miracle from the sky.
In your garden, there are thousands of flowers like me In your garden, there are thousands of flowers like me
In your garden, there are thousands of flowers like me –A nameless droplet in a nameless sea.
You too, in your desert, don't feel forlorn,To behold you at last shall come a sore _____.
For all those who never did understand me.