Thorns on the Rose

 
Does separation always bring reunion in the end?
The blow that pushes away—tell me, what medicine can heal it?
The flower that died in quarrel with the sun—can it ever smile again?
What falls once has its birth-bond severed from the roots!
The tree whose base is torn—how can that tree grow anymore?


Distance doesn't shrink when lessened, doesn't grow when lengthened.
Wounds may heal, but scars remain,
and scars are nothing but the shadow of a person—the one who dealt the blow.
No butterfly's blood ever drops on thorns
where roses bloom.
When roses live on thorny stems, even thorns feel cherished!