When you show that rose-colored face

You bring the stone into dance from joy

Once again, bring your head out of the veil

For the sake of the bewildered lovers

So that knowledge loses its way

So that the wise one breaks the culture

So that water becomes a pearl from your reflection

So that fire abandons the war

I do not want the moon with your beauty

And those two or three hanging lamps

I do not say the mirror with your face

The old rusty sky

You breathed and created again

Another form of this narrow world

In the desire of his Mars-like eye

Play, O Venus, that harp again