Dream of the Golden Rose_4

"But Shami found his way, he no longer discarded the dust swept from the goldsmith's shop, but brought it all back to his hovel, day after day, sifting through the dust in the night for those slivers of gold the Goldsmith had filed off. He succeeded when his temples turned grey, and he became a lame, ugly old man; he had gained his own Golden Rose."

"Selecting grains of gold from the gravel, he melted them into a Golden Rose that was supposed to bring happiness."

"Unfortunately, this gift could never be given to the one Shami held dear in his heart, as she had gone to a place his fingers could no longer reach."

"A gaunt old man gave me the Golden Rose and its story because I was the first person to pass by the hovel under the bridge that day, and I shared with everyone I met the joy of my impending voyage as a captain."

"Take her to a more beautiful place," the old man left those words behind and kept himself in the past."