Upon a common summer's morn - 

A flask of Dew - A Bee or two - 

A Breeze - a caper in the trees - 

And I'm a Rose! 

 

A few lines and there is an idyllic summer image. She herself becomes the rose. In her is the sepal protecting the precious flower within. In her is the luscious petal of the flower itself, - as well as the painful thorn that protects from depredations. Give her just dew, bees, a bush and a breeze and she is fine with simply being a rose. 

 

一个萼片，一叶花瓣，和一根荆棘 

在一个普通的夏日晨曦— 

一瓶露水—一只或两只蜜蜂— 

一缕轻风—一株马槟榔长在树林里— 

而我，则是一朵玫瑰!