Prayer Of An Unknown Permission

I don't know why this flower
Blooms with a touch of pain
By thy divine hand!

Truly I love the pain
Which helps it to bloom
To an unknown perfection.

Now and then I feel
Thy feathery touch
When the joyful pain appears
In my heart of heart.

Often it fades into a dream
With colorless colour of petals
Dropping one by one to somewhere.

I doubt whether you haven't find
A spot to this bloom in thy garland now,
But I pray,
Touch it,
Pluck it,
At least keep it,
By thy feet for ever...