No reason to ask for pardon, When singing of the best - She blossomed in a garden, Secluded from the rest. Her Mom was always absent, Her Dad abandoned them, But Chestnut with his branches Hid her from glances well. No matter how close Was her devoted guard, It happened that our Rose Saw him and fell in love. Narcissus was a flower Sang of in lots of songs, And many nice girls-flowers Gave him their scents before. He looked so cute and heady, So ravishing and boon. His Mom was a great lady, His Dad was a tycoon. He was sprayed in his childhood And spread a real balm, So Rose had the mind that This wanton is the one. Due to his wicked substance, Narcissus told her once, “Come out of the garden, Ye are my life and love!” No thing on earth is better Than bursting forth like flame. She ran as from a ghetto, And who of them was blamed? And all her ardent petals Were captured by that devil. Her Mom was with her fellows, By Chestnut she wasn’t held. She looked for her good fortune And missed the lucky chance To get a trusty portion - There Poppy pined from love. And didn’t think how close And trite the high life is: There’s no more our Rose - Her petals don’t exist...        
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2015
[Adapted from Edward Leitman’s “Ballad about Flowers”.]