Hold me in your arms, so that my soul becomes a ghazal, hold
me in your arms so that your sugar becomes honey,
become a wine, kill my lips, lust, reciprocate love, kiss me back with wine, give it back, give it back to
your lips, its anemone is embarrassed,
all the lovers are captivated by the hand of the heart,
what a drunken wind you have stirred,
what a charismatic fountain you have made, what a love you have made, what an
amber hair? What a bartenders eye,
what a symmetrical stature, what a song temple,
what an amber hair, what a bartenders eye,
what a symmetrical stature, and what a temple, a song
like Shams and Rumi, go crazy, take
me from me and show me, draw air, blow
the air on the drunken vats of Konya
, buy the wine secretly, eat it secretly, hide it, I am blessed
that I am happy that you love me,
that you deserve it. You are mad because you deserve me, whether you are an
amber hair, what a bare-eyed,
what a symmetrical stature of the wind, or a temple, a song
like the Shams of Rumi, go crazy, take
me from me, show me me, draw air
on the drunken vats of Konya,
buy the wine secretly, secretly incense it, hide it.
