O your eye, it is the same as the stone, two hundred bends, the house of all the passion of my love and drunkenness, from one of your glances, the house of the heart became alienated from both worlds,
because you are by my side, I have no sorrow in your refuge with you, the world is with you, the garden of dreams
in your eyes, I see the intoxication of the heart with a hold in the mirror, I look in the mirror except for the role of whom, who do I see, who but the path of your love, I walk the way
, O your eye, the same measure and two stones. A hundred bloods of the house All the passion of my love and drunkenness at a glance with you The world of the garden
of dreams Your love I will not seek refuge except you Comfort my soul The passion of my two worlds was with you The world of the garden of dreams Without you all my pain is like the fire of my cold, O boiling fountain of my roar with you The world is the garden of dreams
, O the passion of my drunkenness from you with me, stay alone with you, the secret of the heart, the story of sorrow, burn Show the soul, O passion, I am with you alone, you remain with me, the secret of the heart from my words, show the burning of the soul,
your eye is the same as the stone, two hundred blood, the house of all the passion of love and drunkenness, from one glance of you, the
house of the heart is the tavern, because you are by my side, I have no sorrow in your refuge with you, the world is the garden of dreams.
