A conversation broke between two fine young men sitting by the riverside on a bright summer day afternoon about a young woman!
They tell me she is as beautiful as Houri from heaven !
Yet I say, that the juice of the wine is better,
Prefer the present to these fine promises,
Even a drum sounds melodious from afar,
The other one looks down , remains silent for some time, his gaze on the flow of the calm waters, and a smile glows across his face and he replies in trembling voice.
She is always beautiful my friend
Connected to the world,
Happy she is,
She is yes !
Kind to every one,
But to the one kind to her!
World cheers her,
They tell her stories,
And she smiles,
I love that smile,
But its hollow.
I want to give her peace,
That Houri from Heaven!