The petals of the rose hide the thorns from our eyes,

and the thorns hide the rose from our hearts.

## X

There is a rose among the shadows of the dark,

and its eyes are the colour of a stormy sea.

There is a rose among the lights of the light,

and its eyes are the colour of the sea at night.

The rose is not among the shadows and the lights.

The rose does not belong to the dark and the day.

## XI

How beautiful is the soul which has never sinned!

How beautiful is the heart which has never sinned!

The rose in our soul never has been wounded,

the rose in our heart has never been wounded.

How beautiful is the soul which has never sinned!

How beautiful is the heart which has never sinned!

## XII

The rose is my heart's secret.

She hides herself in the dark garden,

and we do not know how to draw near to her.

We cannot tell what she is like.

We do not know her fragrance.

## XIII

The rose is a treasure from the dark garden.

It has a dark scent, like night, and we cannot tell

where it will lead us.

The rose is a secret treasure

from the dark garden.

## XIV

What can I say about my soul

that you don't already know?

What can I tell you about my heart

that you don't already know?

I am not the one who is lost.

I am the lost one who is found.

I am not the one who is hidden.

I am the hidden one who is revealed.

## XV

The rose says that I love you

because I do not possess you.

I love you because I am poor,

and I am not rich.

## XVI

The rose says that I love you

because I am afraid of you.

I love you because I am afraid,

and I am not afraid of you.

I am not afraid of your love.

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## XVII

It is beautiful to love you

in a world without love.

It is beautiful to love you

in a world without love.

## XVIII

He who loves with his eyes is the blindest of all men.

The blind man is the most perceptive of all.

The eye is too small to understand the ocean.

It is not the eyes that see,

but the heart that sees.

I love you.

## XIX

There is more meaning in the smile on a rose

than in the sea, and in the nightingale's song

more meaning than in all the languages of the world.

I do not wish to know the meaning of this.

## XX

What is poetry?

A rose among shadows.

A song among the birds.

## XXI

What is poetry?

A word among words.

What is a word?

A rose among roses.

A silence among silences.

What is a silence?

What is poetry?

A word among words.

A silence among silences.

A rose among roses.

## XXII

A rose among roses.

A flower among flowers.

The rose among roses.

The flower among flowers.

## XXIII

The rose is like a star that has fallen.

The star is like a broken string.

The rose is like the heart that has fallen to earth.

The broken string is like the heart that has fallen to earth.

The thorns of the rose pierce the heart.

## XXIV

Do you love me?

I love you.

Will you love me always?

Always.

## XXV

It is dark in the forest.

There are no roses in the forest.

I love the forest.

The forest is the only place in which I feel safe.

## XXVI

The rose has fallen asleep on the table.

I put the room in order.

The rose has fallen asleep on the table.

I sit with my rose.

My eyes are the eyes of the rose.

## XXVII

I love the rose which is called a rose.

I love the flower which is called a flower.

I love the word which is called a word.

I love the voice which is called a voice.

## XXVIII

The rose is the symbol of ecstasy.

The rose is the symbol of love.

The rose is the symbol of love and ecstasy.

The rose is the symbol of an angel.

The rose is the symbol of a man.

## XXIX

A rose in a garden,

a flower in the mountains,

a blossom on the seashore,

a word in the desert,

a word in a church,

a word in the silence of the desert,

a word on a tablet of stone,

a word on a dead man's lips,

the word of the living.

## XXX

I look into your eyes.

Do you look into my eyes?

Who are you?

I do not know your name.

## XXXI

I don't know the meaning of poetry,

and I have forgotten the sound of my voice.

I am only human, and I have forgotten

the sound of my voice in the sound of your voice.

## XXXII

He who does not have a beautiful soul will always be ugly.

He who does not have a beautiful soul will never be able

to love the rose which is called a rose.

He who does not have a beautiful soul will always be poor.

He who does not have a beautiful soul will never be able

to love the flower which is called a flower.

He who does not have a beautiful soul will always be blind.