Flame of passion

Night veiled

That longing is magic magic

And the night wanted a deceptive conspiracy

So tomorrow my longing will wear a veil

And I see the longing ignite which

And the heart carried a passing sadness

Oh longing that spits me out

The flame of passion I see it as an idea

The longing was veiled by distance and intention

So the lover's heart became confused

Distance besieged the heart's longing when

The proximity sang a poetic song

And when the longing intensified in the ribs

The longing finds a victorious path

And the heart was satisfied with the love that

Intoxicated the longing and returned rejected

Distance came and threatened it

That closeness and distance are present

On the path of love I faced harm

So my heart was patient with it

How much I wished to meet a lover

So I entered a hole and got lost

The lover asked in astonishment

Why do you fall into the trap?

Why, Lina, do you not fall in love with someone

In France... And with this they talked?

I said: I don't know love

And with this my love deepened

He said: Oh Lina, do I have value?

I said: I am not a rare lover

The store reassured me of my fear of my father

So that I could trust the one I love as a guard

The store expanded for me in its narrowness

So I see a spaciousness that covers the watchful

And the store hid what it hid

So my love for this became grateful...