Zembille [English translation]

not a drop

naked and permeable

laughing with pride

with a dagger like curves

flowed from a glass

to burn me into fires

hot daytime

god knows how many hearts you thew into fire

not a drop …. So perfect

not sent from paradise

you came as a destiny … not a good sense of me to become a lover

oh quarrelsome

I bent my head

I fed a snake on my neck

a punishment from God was your separation

all my fears … were from you

with risky adventures ..the memories of my love are told

come see me for once

come explain it to me

for love I died ..so weak

with unlimited time