1. She said with tears flowing down her cheeks:
Why have you come? The phone would suffice

2. Go back before the keeper of passion learns
For upon you this night my heart is desolate

3. Around me and you there are eyes and flirts
And dark, intense flashes of hatred and storms

4. I said: A life with flirts and passion
Is sweet, and you are afraid of the flirts

5. I am biased, all who fall into passion
Stand up, O queen of tender hearts

6. Leave the eyes and their hatred, maybe
They will go blind, and a storm comes to the flirts

7. My religion and your religion are amity and love
And a garden above the most lush of gardens