Beauty of the rose you eclipse,
Every bud quietly away slips.
How can the rose compete with you?
Rose shines in moonlight, moon in your grips.
Rubaiyat 33
written byShams al-Din Hafiz
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Beauty of the rose you eclipse,
Every bud quietly away slips.
How can the rose compete with you?
Rose shines in moonlight, moon in your grips.
© Shams al-Din Hafiz