blossom

A flower threatened by the winds

In the garden he has no rest,

Swaying in a glance

Complaining of the flames of those wounds

Controlling himself so he does not

Complaining of the flames of those spears

He took the greenness of his head

From him for his greenness generosity

He inherited the swaying as a share

He hopes for what the wing inherited

And his imagination flew

A broad day on the struggle

Time forgot its way

It came, it came to him with success

Until I showed him its wisdom

And it came with a curb to the wilderness

And it rises from the rain alive

And life is winds for it

Oh flower, you are scattered

And the light was spacious for you

Oh flower, in you is hope

And the heart is joy

It inspired you to stand in silence

And granted dancing and openness

And you live in solitary asceticism

And you carry the wish of righteousness

The sun spoke at noon

And came to you asking for marriage

And its rays did not go astray in their search Where did they go?

With courage time stops

The help of success

And a drop of water wets your sadness

As if its drop is permissible

And a drop removes worry

And I drank from it while it was a drink

Until night came

And she said a word that will not go away

And the night scares you that

Gives you the reins of the meadow

And casts humiliation upon you

And is stingy with it in the morning

Oh satisfied flower

In your state, reassured

With longing, your morning is sad

Your closeness came and was revealed

If it were not for your patience, you would not have been

Something that is pointed to in the mortal world