S warm love

Wherever they sleep

Calm down

And frequent thoughts of lovers

And the crying of the wretched and the sorrowful

Waiting for the dawn of a new day

We approach our papers

We hold on to the sides of our pens

So quietly to disturb sleeping roses

Let us express our feelings

And satisfy our mothers and our pain

We spend our nights here

Different nights

The crime of passion

They overwhelmed us with your whispers

And make us adore

Your dreams come true

Forgive us for your nights

And hear your high whispers

And your warm feelings

Honor us with your letters

And bleed your pens high

With purity

And high and tender

Enjoy with the fragrance of your beautiful perfume

Here is space for you

Whenever you find yourselves in a state of vigilance

The more you find your pens the status of revelation

The more you find yourselves in a different night and a different person

we are here