Rumi

 Cruel autumn has arrived!

The rose's red dress is torn

the willow's branches have dropped

repenting for missed prayers.

The lily has drawn her sword

the jasmine is shielded ready to fight.

The nightingale

jealous of the rose's admirers

suffers in silence.

The trees lifting their arms in despair

wonder why the buds are hidden

and who has broken the violets' back.

Cruel autumn has arrived but behold

the hope of spring for whatever

autumn destroys spring will replenish.

All this talk of roses, nightingales, and gardens

is only a screen I hide behind

because Love is jealous.