You are so good, my love, so
sweet, so pure,
Rumours on your beauty come by word of mouth,
But be mercy, my love: your kiss is my dream,
Why, your kiss is my pride, my glory,
Why, your kiss is my pride, my glory,
I
asked: "Where is your heart, my love?"
And you said: "You seek it in vain, your efforts
are futile.
"Have a pity, return, I implore you,
I cry hardly, you are not the same,
Oh, don't play with my heart, be easy with me,
Be sincere with me, be honest with me, my love,
Say me, how Nizami should treat you, my beauty?
Oh, my dream, how treat you, my beauty?
Oh, my dream! Come true, my dream!
