He tells me, I am a Woman…

He tells me, I am a woman

That makes the morning  jealous

.. and that I am a pearl..

To whom seas run

He tells me, I am a woman…

And (that) he thinks that roses are my color

And that my smile is the source of purity

And that fragrance is sailing on my dress

And that my gaze is the face of lights

He says that all the languages..

Are always wavering in my description *

And that for him I am life (itself)

And that love is my signature and spectrum

He says that I am the river of beauty

And that God loves beauty so much…

And (any) gesture of fondness from me

And that people are seduced by fondness

A song in my heart

Its resonance in my voice

It softens to love

And to a lover ..

If he ever comes...

*Meaning that not a single language can
do her justice when trying to describe her