Though People think you are so soft
But I know in your veins is blood
Who want to touch you in the croft,
Whose heart drowns in passions' flood
And your attraction makes them bleed
To hear, it seems so cruel, indeed

O rose, your thorns always hurt those
Who want to pluck your soft flowers
You hurt when the danger is close
You leave when one quits your bowers
And in that way, you save yourself
And so keep smiling like an elf

But, I'm a man, I have no thorns
I have my hands to do my wish
In pleasant form, I am like dorns
And to catch birds, I can say pish
But I'm dangerous than you, I think
I can hurt someone in a blink

I have a tongue to say such words
Which can break someone's heart to core
I soaked in blood thousands of swords,
All is for me, is not that sore?
Any rose ne'er plucked a rose
Who cuts own heads, I am in those

I am not fragrant, that makes me
Think I'm not perfect, I should have
Everything, of need that can be
So, I can spend my life in rave
You are so soft but have no wish
And I need you, I'm in anguish