The owner of the pains in my heart gave birth to beauty, our fruits grew on the soil of that painful feeling it gave it is the expression of my sweet dream in the morning of every evening the sun of my life, my love, the cloud of mercy, reach the lonely flower of these mountains, How does our heart get stronger WITHOUT longings, I add that cure from my eyelash to your wine don’t let the beautiful angel of the sky speak His eyes are enough for my heart.