The voice of love was like the wind blowing from the heart, it was the way to touch the heart with our feelings.

our souls should have made love with our eyes in a lonely secluded place my love

my beautiful angel, love should have made our hearts drunk without alcohol

what kind of passion is this, my god, as we make love, our souls become lovers dancing with our fire.

My dear, kindle the fire of my heart with your eyes, my cocoon will not become a cocoon until it burns.

O my secret angel within me, the road is dark from the heart unless love falls into the fire.

My heart, my love, I am ready to prostrate to my beloved, as soon as he leaves, my heart prostrates to the qibla of my heart.

My dear angel, those who do not experience love cannot read our book of love.