To whom should I tell the story of my flamming love,
The fire burning inside me smolders and smokes my heart,
These glowing ambers in my heart are far more precious,
Than the red jewels of Badakhshan,
The brilliance of these jewels illumines my heart,
I roam the jungles and mountains in vain,
How happy I am to find my soul singing,
Reverberating with joy, singing in ecstasy:
I am the one who alone can reveal you - the hidden truth,
Come on, see your face in my mirror now
Mykoul
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