Oh sweet flower, Lilac in colour
Whisper to me your final words.
Your stem hugs my ear, your petals do quiver
in the silent passage of the air, the wind.

Uprooted you lay here, soon to wither
Picked from the rest, by the hand
Your god
And for what reason
are you planted hither?
If only to pass on the message of your Lord

Please tell him I've heard it
And that I know not
what I did to deserve it,
And that I shall carry his message
As a seed of love in my heart.