Let it not be abolished in thin air,
Let time pass this doomed day
I shall not bring the same agony
Nor be the stranger you are eager to know,
But the heart you desired not so long ago,
in which you risked diamond and gold
Is there a time when hearts chant the same tune,
regardless of windy and stormy days.
It was a brief paradise under the stars and moon.
Let’s walk in that same valley again
For I love to see pieces of you
Those well-crafted cheeks and hips
that to my eyes are beauty.