The Flowers Bloom

When I sleep, The beautiful flowers bloom, When I wake up, The lovely flowers fall, I always feel this In my anxious realm, I become sad and gloomy, The great poet notices this, He asks me the reason of my sadness With true love and affection, I tell him frankly everything about it, Then he smiles sweetly and says to me, "Dear friend! You are wrong, Think deeply in your calm and tranquil soul, Then you will find the truth, Actually the loveliest flowers always bloom for you With great ease and spontaneity."