With love charms, O friends, I shall win over my Beloved.
This charm I shall recite and waft: with sun fire burn it.
The lamp black of my eyes is the dark clouds: with brows
I shall kindle the blaze.
I cannot afford anything else; But I will plaint my wedding braids
on my temples.
Seven seas welter in the core of my heart; from the heart
I will start a wave,
Tranformed into clouds, will come crowding down.
Love, the Brazier; the aspen seeds the stars; in the
Sun-fire I will cast them.
I will enfold my spouse in my arms and sleep; then I
will deem myself wedded!
I am neither married nor a maid, yet I will mother a babe in my lap.
O, Bullah, sitting in the courtyard of the Houseless
I will sound my horn.
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