Oh, wild love, how could you invade the corners of my dreams and my closed worlds? You draw me into a strange passion like a traveler lost among the bamboo trees.
It is a wild love whose tales melt my soul, touching the skin of the water. It is soft, enchanting, and irresistible.
Let me sail endlessly into your eyes and disappear happily into its waves. I just want a stormy moment, where you surround me with all the glittering drops on your golden hills.
This is how my dream sings. I am not skilled at pretending, but the drops of ecstasy that wet the grass stir this wild love.
O my beloved heartbeat, where did you get all this purity? And all this glorious existence? When I look at your smiling face, bathed in pride, I remember stories in which no one is lost but me.

I will roam the valleys of love in the early hours of dawn, warming my glowing heart and brown horizon with your blue eyes.
I will give you a song you've never heard before. I carry it in my heart with the remnants of longing.
When I met you in the world of absence, your light so dazzled me that I sailed far behind your voice.
You are a cup of love inspired by wisdom. You are so similar to the pink birds that told me my eyes were ablaze with love.
Come closer, come closer, I am those meteors falling in the courtyards of longing. Come closer, come closer, hear my voice. How I wish I could write my name in a cup of love early.

Your eyes are my world, and I desire nothing else. I truly desire nothing else.
Your eyes are my world, and I have lived with them for hours and days, deeply and intensely.
Your beautiful eyes are my happy world, my hidden world, my only world, and my very special world, which I desire no other.
Your blue eyes are my beloved world. I do not miss them because they are always with me, and my blood inhabits them.
Your eyes are my world, and all these flowers, colors, rivers, and birds are an outpouring from them.
Your eyes are the world in which I truly live. Your eyes are enough for me, and for that I am very grateful to you.

Oh, beautiful, bring back my heart, my memory, and my dreams, which have always been colored by the pink blossoms of your soft hands.
Oh beautiful, when will my heart rejoice with your blue eyes? When will your train stop here under the shade of our smiling tree?
Oh, beautiful, didn't you know that the sparkle of your eyes has illuminated my surroundings, and that its magical rays have revived dreams and fresh tales?
Oh, beautiful, you haven't given me a chance to think of anyone but you, and I no longer see nothing but your eyes, and I know nothing but your love.
Oh, beautiful, don't you see the path of my yearning? The path of love instead of this pile of silence.
Oh, beautiful, what truly makes me happy is that this is the first love my heart has known, and the first train I have waited for with joy.

I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?

Your words are bright orange, dripping with honey. Oh, their magical clarity and captivating scent have touched me deeply.
Your words are soft, warm grapes, so sweet, so serene.
Your words are so whispery, like an Eastern poet melting in longing. I wish you could see his glowing heart.
Your transparent words are an endless gift. Their taste is as cool as the shade of a tree in lush fields.
Your words are butterflies swimming in a river. Oh, they are raindrops gathering glittering things.
Your words caress the face of the dewy morning and the heart of the humid evening.
Your words are cedar forests, in whose hands sleep magical tales.
Your words are beyond imagination, but they are truly a wonderful gift on this smiling day.

Your love makes me purer; its dazzling light cleanses every aspect of my heart, mind, and body of every bad thought or action. Your love prevents me from doing anything bad.
Your love makes me more honest; your honest face and genuine expressions keep me away from lying and falsehood. With your love, I live only the truth and seek only the truth. Your love prevents me from lying.
Your love makes me more beautiful; your blue eyes and rosy cheeks overflow with vitality, elegance, and joy. From them, I learn elegance, gentleness, and softness. Your love prevents me from anything ugly.
Your love makes me wiser; your wise words and truthful lips plant within me all that is wise, rational, and balanced. I become one of the wise men. Your love prevents me from saying anything unwise.