If it was not for love in your eyes,
Sweetheart, and for love in my eyes,
Why then does the moon tonight pour down
Her gold upon my garden in delight?
Why do the stars swim in a pool of smile?
Why do the rain drops look like sacred wines?
Why is the breeze so cool, so fresh, so sweet,
Like a pure perfume from paradise?
Why do you look like a lotus flower
On the bank of the heavenly Nile?
Why does life look so beautiful, sweetheart,
In your eyes as well as in my eyes?