Fragrance of a rose stings like sword

From Bedil
آرزومند ترا سیرگلستان آفت است
نکهت‌گل تیغ باشد صاحب ناسور را

A stroll in the garden
Will be your affliction
If your heart is full of lust
The fragrance of a rose
Stings like a sword
If you carry an open wound

Free yourself of all lusts
And the world will be a better place