Virgin dreams

She was sitting on the threshold of fate

Contemplating what life had given her

Remembering the past and what she had attained

And she did not believe in her destiny

Because she did not touch what she sought

She did not blame herself and what she was able to touch

Because she was tired of what she had lived

When she lost what she was happy with

And everything she had harvested and endured

Time rode her with a whip in its hand

And when she resisted it, it began to swing for her

She searched for goals and held on to them

It turned out that she was possessed by her thoughts

Her world was molded in her image

Simplicity is the title of her principles

And she became chaste in her good deeds

She continued to hate her mistakes

Until her certainty brought her to it

When you see her, you see her sublime

And when you love her, you find her satisfied

If you feel, she seems harsh

And if you praise her, she becomes materialistic

She squanders everything she has, unaware

She may regret it if she becomes crying

She wanders in blame while Calm

No matter how hard she was deprived

If it weren't for her patience, she would have become close

She loves the world while it deprives her

May God protect her as she remained a preacher

Free with a healing spirit

Her veil is enough

And with love she was Nadia

Dreaming, waiting for her knight

From there he will come to her

To achieve what moves her hope

And to grant him the honor of her virginity

So she lived a prominent lover like the moon

Between the warmth of the evening of love and the guard of the night