One morning branch found rosebud as bloomed,
Rose said "It's (just) a story" for the breeze and it1 got scattered
Look at the perfidy in the world; in ten days
A rose grew, bloomed, faded and disappeared.
When you pity me, I am not afraid of any of my sins
As long as you are with me; I am not afraid of hill, roughness and the path
O God, I know that you shall resurrect me with a clean face2;
Even though my book is filled with misdeeds, I am not afraid of black.
1. Rose2. With a face which isn't scared of what he had done in his life but a face which is proud of the things he had done in his life