Flowers and Man
Flowers feed on earth and ashes,
some clear, but mostly murky water --
yet they are holy, beautiful, fragrant;
their colours delight both eyes and hearts.
While man, before whom angels once bowed down,
looks on flowers, drinks water purer than tears,
and crunches deep red apples --
yet turns ugly -- why?
The literal translation of this poem was made by Dawood Azami
The final translated version of the poem is by The Poetry Translation Workshop
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