Touch me and light my heart with the torch of love,

So let me sit under the shadow of your wet love with my muse,Because you have the eyes of a dove and your beauty is beyond compare!You are very beautiful ans delightful my sweet one,For your perfume sent out its fragrance and it came and touched my heart!Oh fairest among women,Behold! You are very beautiful…

But, why can’t she take care of her children?

For his face was on the waters and,His mind was reflected to us all to know his deeds.My wise daughters will make my heart glad,And not like the muse of love always disturbed by Satan!But one needs to watch the steps of men,For the bombs are too much to bear.

Oh, come and share your muse with me;For love is the key and,The rain is about to set in.

But i am now alone in Babylon searching for my way out,And your wives will surely take care of your many children!Oh Babylon! !The time has come for you to repent;For sadness is found in the land of your muse,And i will surely find my way home someday.

She was a virgin and,Out of her breasts came something attractive;She was a virgin and,Out of her body came something lovely;She was a virgin and,Out of her lips came something romantic;Like her olive grove of love.I have heard it said of you and,Your sweet aroma makes me sleep all day;For you have the great tree…