The Beautiful Rose Poem by Mohsen Moqim Hanjani

When my heart was tired of this world
when sadness was the queen of this soul
When my eyes were looking at the door
When my hands were waiting numb and cold
The spotlight that could be seen on the shore
Came close and turned into a rose
I smiled brightly, brought it up close
Looked all over it, to see if it`s not a ghost
Didn`t know what to think, Didn`t know what to make
Loneliness of the world, Was all I could take

Already lost in it, True or a mistake
I assured myself, That it was mine to take
I rant on all the night. Staying all awake
About all the time I was awaiting a cake
About all the days that I passed with the pain
About all the nights that I passed with cries

After a long talk, my eyes got closed tight
I couldn`t see a thing, I had gone all blind
I tried all around. Frightened With the sound
A hush sound on ground. at first all aloud
Weakening all down, To the point of no sound
In my eyes were a band, my knees going down
My hands all weak, My heart got sick

I was all downed, afraid to look around
Now I could tell, Nothing were in my hand
I didn`t have the heart, to turn my head around
I couldn`t face the fact, that I lost my ground

With little strength, With a lot of fear
I opened my palm, faced it with tears
The beautiful rose. It was not here
And I realized. It was all but real