I would make love to Her from the dawn of the night to its midst,
And the remain of the red wine on the edge of her lips
I will imbibe it until the last sip, my hands on her hips.

August again, had brought a burning heat in Central Asia
The Month had struck her skin, Summer lover
And here I am softening her tanning with my fingers
Once the sun finally had hidden His face late in the evening
Crepuscular rays through the white clouds of the desert
Accentuating the deepest green of her irises
—
We are two naked bodies in the room,
I am distracted by her exotic bloom

Since the fruit of our growing love appear to us as a salvation
We will consume each other's dripping heart with passion

And yet the region is going through a drought,
The life we create by the union of our bodies, is abundant
We'll be immortal,
One another, triumphant