The Eglantine Bush

Where were you hiding, all my eglantines? Where were you hiding, all my sweet scents? Where were you hiding, fierce desire to grow? O striving to creep, to cling till the madness of bleeding nails, O striving to climb brick by brick up the mud wall? There was no trellis to hold up the body of my eglantine. The scent of Ordibehesht is coming the waterfall of the flower’s breaths pours onto the heart of the earth. O striving to grow! O birth! In what part of my crumbled wall were you hiding?...