Love of lovers and the song of your muse in the land of peace,
To mount on the whirlwind of love to meet your home;
But the water separated them because she has no child.
Life is like a treasure of choice food,
Where thorns and traps are on the way;
But he has no child and i am now in the whirlwind of love.
Have mercy on your lips and be ready for my kiss!
For one who sows iniquity will reap vanity;
And like the words of a teacher in the land of the knowledge of things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem