This is not my beautiful face,
The beauty reflects my Love's trace.
Lovely Nature gives me elegance,
Desert air too takes a curious glance.

The woods are highly madly wild,
Feeling a leopard running through greenery mild.
The glass is full of drink,
Eternal Love's inundating over the brink.

Who made the flowers bloom?
In such a morbid gloom?
All my being shaking in sweet thought,
What a witchcraft! Perfume! Who brought?

How can I entertain you, dear?
Whisper of breakup in air only I hear.
O bird! Without you I am zero,
My virtue lies in loving you, my hero.