A Rose Always Happy though Living In Thorns Poem by Mohammad Younus

A rose always happy, though living in thorns,
Bees sing their song of ecstasy and dance,
A river peacefully walking to the ocean,
A dervish calmly listening to the nightingale,
Suffering inside and outside the bitter cold
Waiting in pain for singing to the rose
Dervish, don't be sad, let the winter pass,
The rose shall again bloom, the musky breeze blow,
Enjoy till then, the white beauty in snow
O' dervish! Learn from the nightingale,
How to wait and watch!
The winter is outside you, and the spring inside,
Get inside, and see,
The rose is there blooming for you!

Mykoul