But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn."Press closer, little Nightingale,"cried the Tree,"or the Day will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.
And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride.But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.
And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn.“Press closer, little Nightingale,"cried the Tree,"or the Day will come before the rose is finished."

但是那树还催迫着夜莺紧插那枝刺。“靠紧那刺，小夜莺。”那树连声地叫唤，“不然，玫瑰还没开成，晓光就要闯来了。”
于是，夜莺越紧***那尖刺，越扬声地唱她的歌，因她这回所歌颂的是男子与女子性灵里烈情的诞生。
如今，那玫瑰瓣上生了一层娇嫩的红晕，如同初吻新娘时新郎的绛颊。但是那刺还未***夜莺的心房，所以那花心尚留着白色，因为只有夜莺的心血可以染成玫瑰花心。
那树复催迫着夜莺紧插那枝刺，“靠紧那刺，小夜莺。”那树连声地叫唤，“不然，玫瑰还没开成，晓光就要闯来了。”