٣٤ وجيد كجيد الرئم ليس بفاحش إذا هي نصته ولا بمعطل

'Every breeze that blows brings your scent to me; Every bird that sings calls out your name to me; Every dream that appears brings your face to me; Every glance at your face has left its trace with me. I am yours, I am yours, whether near or far; Your grief is mine, all mine, wherever you are'