BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Grass of God's Garden
translated by Edward S. Holden
I saw bouquets of fresh roses
Tied upon a cupola of grass.
I asked: "What is despicable grass
To sit also in the line of the roses?"
The grass wept and said: "Hush!
Companionship does not obliterate nobility.
Although I have no
, color, and perfume,
Am I not after all the grass of God's garden?"
poems by Saadi