Trembling Rose Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Speak to me! O trembling rose
why do you shed blood from your eyepiece?
Though, in sweet-smelling perfume, you dwell in,
Something you do feel or lack
I suppose
Are you sick, O sweet rose, or unwed?
The beauty that you wore
I understand is on lease,
Same is my spirit; you're not alone, weeping rose,
Speak to me, for whose love these tears are falling.
With a smile in your eye, 'Ah,
My heart glows,
Wipe your tear, we both admire
the One and swap- - -.