Owner of the dearest heart

Who is a pearl between wood boxes.

And flower between vine leaves.

And whisper after stress and fatiguing.

Who is a smile after calm and wricking.

And a dreamer after speech and expostulation.

Your lip fluid like sweet water.

Say fruit, no it's much better.

So I flew high between people.

Burning flame.

From Arabs lands.

To west lands.

I don't know any persons and endower.

And I don't care for the complications.

My wounds and working for all.

Clean myself from old dust .

So if they'll cut me

If they cut me.

I'll never replace her whispers for all the gold

And ready to accept any place.

And bearable the difficult things.

And do the daring things

All of this just

To the owner of dearest heart.