Think of the flower thrown away;
Abhorred by the lady at her festoon.
Have I ever snuffled some perfume
As sweet as this fragrance discarded!
Unlike the beauty in rose you adore,
Let me sing of the unhidden splendor,
Of the scent that reaches through heart,
To the inner most layers of my mind.
Like the stone renounced by the mason,
Becomes the corner-stone of the House,
This flower will become the key fraction,
Of the Garland to adore the King of kings.
