As I see nature, I think of you,

Laila, I hear you loud and clear,

Oh-it’s just the wind copying you dear,

I will never forget you-that is true.

Ah! Roses remind me of your perfume,

The birds’ songs like your voice that warmed a room,

The weeping willow’s wave, just like your dance,

And the sun’s rays like you at any glance.

Sadly, I now think of you when crows come,

And when flowers throw all their petals away,

And when frogs’ hearts don’t beat like a drum,

And when ripples on the water settle.

I try to hold on to you with my might,

Gone from my hand, but you are in my heart.