In the dimness of night, my troubles fade away
As I hold my beloved in my arms

I yearn for the gaze of her eye
As it hears the voice of my silence

Oh for the moment your head rests against my shoulder
As the bud of a gentle flower

I quench my desire and thirst
As your lips are the wine on my own

My heart expands with joy
As I wear your ring of love

I plead with the sun not to rise
As I am holding the moon in my embrace

–M. Tajbaksh