The Tulip

Perhaps the tulip know the fickleness
Of Fortune’s smile, for on  her stalk’s green shaft
She bears a wine cup through the wilderness.

[Hafiz]

The burning tulips

Some day countless red tulips, red tulips flames shall sprout from my grave.
Do not be amazed at this wonder, rather, splendid one, consider, consider, the mighty glow, a glow of love devoted to you,
which once burned so much in life, that in death it still glows.

[Hafiz]

Reviewed some wine-red tulip photo’s from previous years. For the tulip craze strikes me again every april and may …. why?