-1-
Your lips are two pearls
From the sea of vanishing
And your slender figure
Is a garment of virtue
Uttered by a robe of fine cloth
I once longed to attain it
But a tremor seized me.
-2-
O woman...
O my pure, beautiful dream,
Be gentle with me.
For my drink is sweet to the taste,
And it is enough for you to sip.
I have tasted rejection from you
Until it seems I have come to fear love,
Despite my skill.
So, I withdraw, complaining...
And my longing pulls me...
My yearning pulls me.
-3-
Years have passed of my life
Years like the blazing embers
Sometimes like hatred...
Sometimes like oppression
I know not my state...
I know not.
Am I alive...
Am I dead...
And I ask myself: What will become
If the darkness of the nights
Intensifies one day
Will the pearly stars mock them?
Will the radiant moon of the sky depart?
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