In love to you, I stopped the run of my life's horse,
By power of my love I raised it up to stay in rack
Then, burning everything, I forced my life to go back
So fire of my soul thy melt the ice of yours.

Don't run away from my poetic lines, which just for you I've penned.
They'll anyway catch up with you - so don't even dream of flight.
They do not hurt - their touch is gentle, please accept them, don't fight,
- Same way as you have used to take your mother's hand.