If your soul is mean and vile
And your mind is deeply stained,
If you have a bogus smile,
Wear a mask and you are saved.
You were young and full of life
I was thriving in your eyes,
So I made you a surprise
Asking you to be my wife.
In this part of the world the land is dry
The lack of rainfall makes you go insane,
The mountain tops rise high into the sky
And the gray clouds attack the ridge in vain.
My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
Desire, hesitation, arduous quest
Long waiting and great pain that we're apart,
But fate is harsh, although I do my best,
It doesn't want my love to reach your heart.