Fanatic's daughter, wherever go you shall follow you,
Shall follow you, my love,
As I cannot without you
My lady love,
Without seeing you,
You my moon, my star,
Fanatic's daughter,
Let me,
Let me kiss you,
Implant a kiss straight
On the parting line of the hair.
It is for a burquawali that burn I,
Wait I for,
My mistress in love,
My lady love waiting to come.
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