what is desire? and how it make others blind?

The rose and the nightingale

There once was a man who lived in India with a large garden full of the most beautiful flowers and the most delicious fruits. But the most beautiful thing in the garden was a rose bush that flowered the whole year round. Day after day new buds would open up into beautiful, gorgeous smelling roses which filled the owner of the garden with great happiness. He loved his roses more than anything.
One day, he heard the sweet song of a nightingale through the open window of his house. He entered the garden to investigate where the sweet sounds were coming from. There he found the nightingale singing in the rose bush. To his utter dismay he saw that the bird, pausing from its singing to take a break, pecked at a young rosebud with his sharp beak, completely destroying it within a matter of seconds.
The man flew into a rage and decided to catch the nightingale.
He scattered grains of corn on the path, covered it with a net and waited until the nightingale, tired of singing and hungry, noticed the grains. And so it happened. After a while, the nightingale stopped singing, flew down to the path and started eating the grains of corn. It wasn’t long before the nightingale was entangled in the net. The man ran to the path and said: ‘Right, nightingale, now I am going to kill you.’
The small bird fluttered and trembled in terror and asked: ’But why? What have I done?’
‘You pecked off one of my rosebuds, so that it will never flower!’
‘But, dear man,’ spoke the nightingale. ‘That one rose is just one short moment out of all the happy moments you enjoy. If you kill me, you take away all the possible moments of happiness of my entire life! That is not fair!’
The man thought for a while. Then he said: ‘Yes, that would not be fair. Alright, I’ll let you go.’ And he freed the nightingale from the net.
The nightingale was very grateful to the man and said: ‘As you showed yourself to be full of understanding and love, I want to express my thanks to you. A treasure is hidden between the roots of that banyan tree. Dig it up and use it sensibly.’
The man immediately started to dig and found a jug in the earth, filled to the brim with gold coins. After he had recovered from the surprise, he asked the nightingale: ‘But why is it, nightingale, that you saw the jug under the soil, but did not see the net on the ground?’
And the nightingale said: ‘Well, that’s just the way it is. I could not do anything with the gold, but I longed for the grains of corn. And desire can make you blind.’
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