[Verse 1] In the scholar’s silent room, Lit softly by the candle’s bloom, A stranger came at dead of night, With pleading words and eyes of fright. [Verse 2] “Great master, famed in lands afar, Your wisdom shines like heaven’s star. I beg you now, my heart’s request - Restore this rose to life from death.” [Verse 3] The master spoke, his voice was low: “Such art demands what few can show. For ashes bloom to life once more Through faith that burns at the heart’s core.” [Verse 4] The stranger swore with trembling hands, Yet doubt betrayed his bold demands. “Your soul is veiled by fear,” said he, “No art of mine can set it free.” [Verse 5] The stranger fled into the night, While flames within the hearth grew bright. The master whispered, calm, alone: “The truest faith is seldom shown.” [Verse 6] And in his palm the ashes lay, Till crimson petals lit the gray. The rose from death had bloomed anew - A miracle of faith come true.
