My country for a horse, and my horse for a girl,
Bearing the manner of the dearest creature on Earth –
The deserts’ life-saving waters are for her,
Just to see her again,
The antidotes of all the diseases on Earth for her,
Just to hear her voice again.
Since there’s no countryside so pleasing as hers,
Since there’s no thing so appeasing as her daitiness –
The gallop of her mind and the bounces in her language,
I’m in an old senile love with her seasonal changes…
Even after her mysterious disappearance,
Maybe never coming back again, but I’m looking for her.