Everywhere that there has been a rose or tulip bed,
It has come from the redness of the blood of a king:
Every violet shoot that grows from the earth
Is a mole that was (once) on the cheek of a beauty.
Lit.
Wherever you find flowers and tulips galore,
A prince’s blood has given the petals their red hue;
Each violet that you see blooming in the field
Has been a mole on the check of a princess too.
Karim Emami