1. The rose was right in what it claimed
That you made its prose into poetry forever

2. As if the air wafting it
Was an ocean that held the like of its softness

3. Its sprinkler sprinkles blood from swords
And everything it says is wise maxims

4. And the horses differentiated the lands with them
And the perfect blessing and the perfect adversity

5. So let the rose show us if it complains of its hand
Better than it in giving generously complete

6. And say to it you are not the best thing sprinkled
But they have only protected you, O generosity

7. Fearing the evil eye would afflict it
An eye that is afflicted with it, is afflicted with blindness