Are the only flower in the deserts of my heart,
Either a sad death to me, or you are a noble birth.
Although you have prickles among your leaves,
I had tears on eyes soon after these grieves.
Your bright face heats me, like an inner-sun,
Either I would be your slave or only your beloved one.
Ready to sacrifice my whole life for even one of your smiles.
Vast deserts of my heart, miss your bright face and eyes.
You My Dear Princess, are the only flower of my heart,
And the most precious hyacinth of my soul’s great yard…
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