What! Spring still visits you, my sweetheart, despite all that pain?
Does he still yearn to give your wounded cheeks a kiss?
Does he still caress your velvet plaits with scent of roses and jasmine?
Do daffodils still bloom in your meadows, in spite of death-makers?
O, do poppies still grows yearning to touch the feet of your beloved,
Enchanted, as prophets adoration of Heaven?
I miss you sweetheart, I miss your embrace
Take me to you, embrace me, never let go
Shatter me under the beats of your heart, let me divvy with your breath
Fade away … dissolve into nothingness