Vìgô gázánye ttávin beszira ddá kólísná, te sáré zhë yáshëxná thelnáráxná, te ávô ttòsnë zárrevá ól dhë. Kas zhë púnárá ñevá móvrálná ghelâ ñó ózâ dhyáns-kólísnësán ñó dhyáns-ósírësán.
Hálÿ zhla dellhôñ? Hálÿ kóráme le¿shô pólef pròshëvâ ddá ányershâ káls yáránsán kársësán?
Kálÿ Áxván ghelô, ráyô, ddá wágô eç zhë gázányevnán ttávinán, ddá zhë ttávin lhôñ kólísná epná dhánenÿ.
There is a tiny flower, exquisite and beautiful, that is hidden by the other plants which are all larger than it. Under the foliage no one can see or appreciate its beauty or its fragrance.
Why, then, does it exist? Why does it labor so to survive and to create such wonderous splendor?
Because God sees, beholds, and loves even the tiniest flower, and the flower is beautiful for Him.
