A bashaw speaks of my broken heart
He bawls my easing mind with his auspicious tricks...

Deep into this restless world,
Lies my faceless soul so guile...

You are a chiseled masterpiece in a phantom time,
Your lines bear proof of a forbidden love...

Velvety white, silver strings tied,
Weaved couture aflow the side...

A silver pot or a kettle,
i too wrecked this bottle...

Pretty zinias in the garden,
dance along in unified harmony...

Land of a thousand miles ahead,
I could see greener pastures for love awaiting...

So gently as a sigh,
she slept in her cocoon...

Hair like a newborn sunrise,
she sings her happiness in the night...

Dare me not, I say
For this proof's worth is undying...

You are my destiny,
my truth, my life...

Oh, dainty butterfly,
Come to me in the night...