Three weeks have passed since the first time we met, darling
And still I recall the fragrance of the jasmine that stuck to your hair
And still I visualize the smile that lives on your lips
You don’t know all these, my lady fair.

‘Cause I did not tell you that day that I loved you so much
One man on earth in one life cannot love so much a woman
So even if I would have told you, you wouldn’t have believed
So I did not tell you love me dear or wait for me for ever.

You don’t know all these, my lady fair
That I dreamt of you every night, every hour of the day
With a ring of diamond to give you as a gift
With hope’s eloquence, ‘When will you love me? ’

Darling, I fashioned a home for you
With myrtle, rose and the vine
With moonlight to play all night long
Was it really wrong?

Three weeks passed, more three weeks will go
So
I don’t believe that a mail from you will come
I know, It won’t come
No…….