1. The breeze blew on the rose during its blossoming days
Fearing it would diminish its lasting fragrance

2. If the rose grieves, being wronged, it's no wonder
The gardener waters the thorns, nourishing its stem

3. It's no surprise the vile comfort each other
With cascades of base meanness gushing forth

4. If they prevail, the nights in their aftermath
Are oppression upon oppression, exhaustion upon fatigue

5. O you whose image I fear, when I whisper to it privately
That the days may witness my burning

6. And whose secrets from me are veiled
As if they are revelation, folded between pages

7. What a secret is your beauty, no body can contain it
A garment to protect it from my intense stares

8. A body of light, if you appeared naked one day
The spirits would have no protection