Your eyes full of water ,
Your border veil stuffed with flowers,
Alas which shall I choose,
My mind is anxious!
If I take the flowers,
The tears will vanish.
If I take your sobs
The flowers won’t blossom.
Watching you thread the garland,
Arouses my feeling of receiving it,
I love more when you weep in my absence,
I am afraid to lose you,
this is why I stay aloof,
My aim is to help you bloom,
and then leave,
My dear restless nightingale!
………………………………. 🙂