Just before night falls,
She closes her sleek petals-
Beauty for one day!
Beautiful flower,
Devoid of sweet redolence-
Queen of the alleys!
Bees come for honey,
Flowers let down their petals,
On velvety leaves.
The fields speak to me,
Of the fragrance of flowers,
Busy honey bees.
Old water lily,
Shedding petals on the leaves,
Season comes and goes.
Anita Bacha 