Let me feel the tenderness of your lips
As I cup your peaks in my hand
My love how I long for you
Long to hold you in my hands
Your appearance is like gold most precious
Glittering in my eyes
How I love to look upon you,
For you my heart cries
Of all the women on the earth
I find no one as true as you
What you are to me I am to you
You will never find another like me
I will never find another like you
Are you not the apple of my eye?
Am I not the fire in your heart?
We both long for death
Before we will ever part!
Son, get a grip of your mind
Bridle your thoughts
Are these not the words of a fool?
Waste not the love of your heart
There she goes along, do you know her thoughts?
Has she proclaimed you the apple of her eye?
Or greater, the fire in her heart?
Some think in clouds and speak in smoke
Not knowing their own thoughts
Nor what the ancients spoke
Stirring up passion, not knowing,
It is pain they invoke
Sun-strokes kill, yet the sun gives life
Flames destroy, yet fire gives warmth and light
Such is love, that it must be governed by wisdom
Only give what is returned
Reciprocate what has been given
Better to dwell in the desert,
Worse, to abide in the paradise of fools.