I went to the place of love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A hut was built in the midst,
Where I used to play and run.
And the door of this hut were shut,
And you can't enter its door;
So I turned to the plants I see,
So many sweet flowers attracted me.
And I saw it was filled with bees,
And butterflies where nectars are free:
And birds in variety are present there,
And binding with roses, sweet joys and unending desires.