You must ignore the countries and peoples to become soul,
Ignoring the life then you deserve being accepted by the benevolent.
Her tress can not be achieved free,
For this purpose your head and your feet must polo become.
When can you perform your prayer in the altar of her eyebrows?
For ages you must wander within this thought.
On the way to her lip’s mole the cup of pain must be brimful,
You have to increase the pain and not to look for a cure.
In the desire of her intoxicated eyes within the row of the city’s drunks,
Dance joyfully and become united.
This is the love course and through annihilation possible becomes possible,
Enthusiastically you must be moth and burnt.