Chapter 17 secret rose

secret rose Far, secret, inviolable rose, Embrace me in my critical hour; there, These are in the Holy Sepulcher or in the wine cart, Those who seek you, in the turmoil of thwarted dreams and out of chaos lives: deeply In pale eyelids sleep is languid and heavy, People call it beauty.your huge leaves cover The beard of the ancients, presented by the glorious three saints Ruby and gold, the one who saw Emperor with pierced hands and elderberry cross Stand up in Drood's fancy, dim the torch, Waking at last from madness, and dying; and he, who had met Fander walked away in the burning dew,

Walking on gray shores where the wind never blows, He lost Emma and the world with one kiss; And he who drove the gods out of their strongholds, The last hundred mornings bloomed, colorful, He admires the beauty, and weeps in the graves of his dead; The proud, dreaming emperor, the crown and sorrow, and the wine-stained The poets and clowns among the wanderers called, He sold his fields, his house, his daily necessities, For years he searched on shore and on isle, At last he found it, crying and laughing, A girl so radiant, In the middle of the night, people beat the rice with a lock of hair--

A lock of stolen hair.I am waiting too A hurricane of love and hate moments. When the stars are blown apart in the sky, Like sparks in a blacksmith's shop, then dimmed, Apparently your time has come, your wind blows The most distant, most secret, inviolable rose? (Translated by Qiu Xiaolong)