She sat down, and fear is in her eyes
watching the inverted cup . . .
She said: my son, don't get sad
LOVE on you is prescribed, my son
Love on you is prescribed . . .
Oh my son, died a martyr, he who died for the beloved . . .
I have foretold so much, and I have prophesised so much ...
I have foretold so much, and I have prophesised so much ...
but I have never read a cup that resembles yours
I have foretold so much, and I have prophesised so much ...
but I have never known sadness like yours
you are destined to cross forever the sea of love without sails
and your life is going to be forever a book of tears
you are destined to stay imprisoned between water and fire ...
and despite all its fires, despite all its past incidences,
despite the grief residing in us day and night,
despite the wind, despite the raining weather and the tornados...
Love will still be, my son, the best of all destinies.
the best of all destinies, my son.
In your life, my son, there is a woman,
glorified He who created her eyes,
her lips are sketched like grape vine,
her laugh is melodies and roses,
and the gipsy crazy hair, travels everywhere ...
A woman, whom your heart loves, my son, may become the life ...
But your sky is raining and your path is blocked . . .
But your sky is raining and your path is blocked . . .
The beloved of your heart, my son, is sleeping in an observed castle ...
He who enters her chamber ...
He who seeks her marriage ...
He who approaches the fence of her garden ...
He who tries to untie her braids ...
is lost, my son . . .
He is lost, my son . . .
You will look for her, my son, in every place . . .
and will ask the sea waves about her, and the shells of the shores . . .
and you will cross seas and seas . . .
and your tears are going to flow into rivers ...
and your grief will grow into trees ...
and you will come back one day, my son, defeated, heart broken ...
and you will know, after your life has passed, that you were chasing a filament of smoke . . .
a filament of smoke . . .
Your beloved, my son, does not have a land, a home, or an address...
it is very hard to love a woman who has no address,
who has no address,
my son.
