What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight,
what was whispered to the jasmine...
whatever made the sugar cane sweet...
whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush like a human face,
that is being said to me now.
I blush.
Whatever put eloquence in language, that's happening here.
That great doors open.
I fill with gratitude, chewing a piece of sugar cane,
in love with the one to whom everyone belongs.
What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.