There is a blissful beauty in your face
You tend to hide behind that shadowy maze;
You tend to move with night – unrest,
Tonight I saw you in your best dress.
The king’s men are in the hunt,
Today - Run your weapon is blunt;
I will hone them when you are back,
Today – save yourself from this livid attack.
For thousand nights I will wait,
For my dainty knight at the gate;
Even if I perished or you get late,
I will be there in the heavenly gate.
Today I see your divine match,
The Gods are here to see you combat;
Earth will remember your glorious death,
And heaven opens its gate.