How can I praise my love in bare words?
Will they describe the tenderness of glances?
Will they explain why am I never bored,
Although my heart is taken as a ransom?
 
What words can rightly serve the very love
That blends respect, desire and attachment?
When one can feel as heavenly betroth'd,
The only pain is moment of departure. 
 
Yet, I attempt expressing this in words,
As humble sparrows have the right of singing
For chosen unremarkable consorts,
Their loving songs by little voices bringing.
 
My words collection isn't a treasure trove;
The only thing I want is sing for love.