In a garden we throw to the roses

and to the other flowers our happy glance.

What delicacy gives us those beautiful

daughters of the omnipotent nature!

Meanwhile, the flowers, beautiful and odorous,

they conserve in the lap, concealed,

noxious filters, disgusting serpents,

worms in rottenness — everything indecent!

Being born in the garden, in rich enclosure,

in the quagmire of the beach, or in dung,

they are always its charms external...

Being born in palace, or in huts

there is also in the world human flowers,