Among many fair ladies, mine's enough
My evening glory on the vine's enough
I want no other women, I want no nonsense
She is my flower, her beauty fine enough
No fine cuisine, no Bordeaux champagne
When we dine, a glass of wine's enough
I love always to make love to her
How many time a week? Nine's enough
She is so charming, so glamorous, so radiant
To enrapture me in ecstasy, she shines enough
Her blue eyes, her blond hair, her thin waist
I die for her. I swear by Allah. His design's enough
Mine, mine, mine, always mine
How wonderful! My love mine enough
If anyone looks at her with desirous eyes
I will kill him instantly. A swine, enough.
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