Behold, am that hopeless bird,
Who fed on your flowers' nectar,
I cherished how the beautiful scent,
Appealed to my nose,
How the stalk supported me on the Rose.

I'm that hopeless bird,
Who hid in your leaves from my enemies,
Sheltered under your shadow when sun's overhead,
Before it set and after it rose,
When blood in the night cold froze.

I'm that hopeless bird,
Who learnt the ways of your thorns,
Though through woeful moments,
I built a nest and befriended wasps,
To protect the role I had on your fruits.

Behold I'm that hopeless bird,
Who flew all day long and slept on a roof,
'Cause your branches had visitors,
And my only nest had a guest,
I'm that hopeless bird.

I'm that hopeless bird,
Who sees his nest's environment from a distance,
That charmingly enchantress his soul,
Behold, you now remember me not,
'Cause without me, there's nothing you feel.