The bells of church wake me up with First morning down in pink, Here in the Melancholic town. The adhan voice for prayer Had woken your mind long ago… But your eyes are so tired with Longing to see me…
You wake up with thought of me And every time you sleep with Secret, precious picture of my face Your eyes are looking to the world There in the burning sun of Ramadan, But they see just my blushing cheeks.
You cant sleep if you are far From me,
You need me just inside of you In your hot burning arms , Full of sparkles and fire you are, Your need is never satisfied. You just want to hug me tight As if you swallow me completely And me to live inside you..
How do you see me in your eyes? As little fairy in a dress of tulip white.
But am I not so dangerous for you? While coming in my Melancholic room In moon full night, You want to breath my smell, To inhale my essence, all of me, You want to touch me and embrace me, But I coulodnt be enough for your Hungry senses.
And i'm still asleep in peaceful dream With stars, while you whisper again " “ I adore you, sweet sister of mine”
Pari - "fairy" in Hindi. Adhan - prayer call from mosque.