When air passes over the flowers,
It becomes fragrance to your nostrils,
When you touch its soft petals,
You feel a silky touch,
And feel a sense of joy,
The flower is the most beautiful thing,
To offer to anybody,
Including the so-called gods,
And to the heroes of our countries,
And to brides and grooms,
And finally the flowers are,
Offered to the departed souls,
Hoping that these flowers,
Will reach the gods,
Carrying the messages of,
Our obedience and gestures,
To the eternity.
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