1. A rose beyond description,
Its image delights every glance,

2. White with a blush of red that yearns
Between supple leaves that give and take.

3. In it is life for creation and refuge,
As if, when plucked by the hand,

4. Its fragrance rivaled camphor,
And the heart and eyes delighted in it,

5. A collection of perfection contained in a palm,
Red at first then turning pure,

6. As if the dyer nearly forgot his craft
Or it was a substance whose secret was obscure.

7. Arranged in layers that do not fade,
Bound tight, row above row,

8. Unravelling does not spoil its twists,
Seeping through its petals, buoyant and aglow.