O gardener, do not cast out the thorns from the garden, for they too have grown up alongside the flowers during spring.

Here, the poet makes a gentle, compassionate plea to the gardener not to cast out the thorns from the garden. Both the rose and the thorn were nurtured by the very same spring, sharing the same soil, rain, and care. It serves as a beautiful metaphor for life and society—reminding us that joy and sorrow naturally coexist, and that the flawed or marginalized belong to this shared world just as much as the celebrated.