What was said to the rose
that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.

What was told to the Cyprus
that made it strong and straight
what was whispered to the Jasmine
so it is what it is.

Whatever made sugarcane sweet
whatever was said to the inhabitants
of the town of Chagil in Turkestan
that makes them so handsome

Whatever lets the pomegranate flower
blush like a human face
that is being said to me now, I blush
whatever put eloquence in language
is happening to me

The great warehouse stores open
I’m filled with gratitude.
Chewing a piece of sugarcane
in love with the One to whom every that belongs.

What was said to the rose that made it bloom
was said to me here in my chest.