My Lady
you were the most important woman in my history
before the left of this year
you're now...the most important woman
after the birth of this year
you're a woman I can't count it with hours and days
you're a woman made of the poetry nectar
and from the Dreams' Gold
you're a woman living in my body for a million years

My Lady
the one that was made of Cotton and Clouds
the one who I can call her a Rain of Jewel
and the River of Nahound
and a Row forest
the one who swimmers in the water of my heart like a fish
the one who lives in the eyes like the folk of pigeons
nothing will change in my emotion
not in my feelings
not even in my heart or my faith
because I'll stay in the Islamic religion

My Lady
do not care about the harmony of time
not about the name of the years
you're a woman and you'll still be a woman
and every time
I will still Love you
when the 21-century enter
and when the 25-century enter
and when the 29-century enter
and I will Love you
when the seas dry
and the forest burns