““Whatever jasmines whispered to the breeze, brought sweets to the night, For there it dove, deep into the heart, The rush of scent, the poem of tenderness. Whatever the moon whispered to the breeze, brought blush to this face for it spread fields of roses, on the cheek. The doorway opened, and light leaped in. I became a grateful heart, hearing sweet whispers in this dark a night. In love, am I, with the one who made the affair of moon and night. In love, am I, with the one who made the affair of jasmines and night breeze.””
