Greedy and selfish,
I'm thinking about how to detain you in verse.
To encircle my verses with your beauty.
A necklace of words, to put it bluntly, quite unusual.

To try to talk about your beauty.
Your eyes look at me from the verses.
To overcome the winds which don’t leave your hair in peace.
Your own hands to hand me over to the devil

Even if I were to burn in hell, I wouldn't give you up.
I got drunk on your beauty.
All that I said I would not deny

I drank a bitter tear from your well.
If I didn't love you this much,
I wouldn't suffer about you now.