O night, your dream has been colored , your chest has also become heavy with your perfume, you have weighed down my eyes, you have given me joy in my eyes, I have forgiven my happiness as much as the
rain that has become the body of the earth, you have cleansed me of pollution, you have cleansed my burning body, a
fire in the shadow of my eyelashes, O you have mixed me with the passion of poetry, you have poured all this fire into my poetry, because you have ignited the fever of my love, you have burned my poetry to fire, O your two eyes. My meadows, your eyes are hot on my eyes, more than I have seen you
