I dream of a land where
young spring and solemn autumn can walk side by side
where the grand sea embraces the timid pond
where stars don’t feel jealous of fireflies.
I dream of an honorable man
Who wouldn’t mention
the name of his beloved
to travel only across his lips.
I dream of a love
that makes lofty mountains bend in front of it
and ample sky bless it.
I dream of a land where woman is loved
Written b arabian roses