In a desert,once,in a hunt did i find,
With a radical smile ,A flower so fair;
Sadly,i approached and sighed ,"Ah! of my kind
Are you too-a hapless flower from a beloved's hair.
Frail fingers would take you to soft face so close,
Nor would you be kissed by lips delicate and rose."
With a silent smile the flower replied,"Don't lose heart!
This desert i won't give up for the gardens of Iran,
A solitary i am here while legions are there,
Amidst this cursed soil i stand apart.
