Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
当古老的僧侣试图根除爱情时，也许是对的. 也许诗人在尝试浇水时是对的. 它是一朵血红色的花，有罪的色彩. 但总是有上帝的气味.