By all means, women are killed
There is no way to kill women
And in every home for lovers there is a need
And it is nothing but a lesson and a cry
And I weep for a rest
Is it too late to weep?
as if your eyes had no view of it
that house is a house, and solutions are solutions
And when the good things of life unite us
on the link, And the honorable heat has arrived
And the days happened between her and me.
disgusted, And what will perish for them?
Were it not for passion, there would be no lover on earth
But the dearest of lovers is servile