You try to hide from the eyes,
Covering your face.
Is it wrong to have a glance
At a charming face?

Who is your owner,
Dear beauteous flower?
Who ordered you to cover,
With his tyrannical power?

Seeing beauty is a pleasure,
For the gentle eyes, ever.
Is it a forbidden pleasure,
Dear elegant flower?

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