So many things I think of, my beloved, when I look at you, and see your eyes and your lips. So many things I think of at one time, and in no time. I think of the moon and the sun, the rivers and the flowers, the heavens and the earth. I think of Babylon, of Harut and Marut, of talismans, and of witchcraft. I think of the Maker who has created such an incomparable type of beauty and say: I seek refuge with the Lord and Cherisher of mankind, the King of mankind, the God of mankind, from the Evil who whispers into the hearts of mankind, among jinns and men. When I look at you, my beloved, I think of so many things. I think of so many things.