Tell me,
Tell me,
My love poet,
How many women
Have entered
Your life?
How many women
Have remained
In your heart?
How many maidens
Share your love
With me?

Tell me,
Tell me.
My love poet,
How many girls
You wrote them
Your love poems?
How many lips
You described?
How many eyes
Besides mine?
How many laughter?
How many smiles?

Tell me,
Tell me,
My love poet,
How many moons
Filled your skies
With their charm,
With their light?
How many nights
You swam In the rivers
Of your love,
Of your wine?

How many women?
Love, my eyes
Have seen many.
But you are
The light
Of the lights,
The only woman
Who has entered,
And filled
My heart
With love,
And delight.