ein Gedicht von Ardašir Pârse

In the morning, the orchid spoke to the newly blossoming rosebush:
„Do not trust too much of your Art of Enchantment,
you are not the only one here to lift a heart.“

Then said the rosebush, laughing:
„The truth can not be concealed,
but no lover hurt his beloved
with bitter words and deeds.“

von Ardašir Pârse