I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

Soul, if you want to learn secrets,

your heart must forget about
shame
 and dignity.
You are God's lover,

yet you worry
what people
are saying.

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

For the thirst to possess your love,
Is worth my blood a hundred times.