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The Nightingale proclaims his enjoyment of the rose |
| I listen to the nightingale sing Proclaiming his enjoyment of the rose He loves the beauty of its petals No matter what colors they reflect The nightingale loves the rose He loves its corolla and its thorns He loves its leaves and its aroma No matter in whose garden it grows Day and night the nightingale sings Declaring his adoration of the rose Showing me an example of true worship As I listen to his song of praise |