Of all the girls I made love with kisses me nearer and nearer to my lips tonight
This little scribbling heart flutters day and night in lonesomeness
How many more love affairs will come and go like seasons
As I sat down and looking at the dark clouds my romantic emotions took birth in their giant wombs all pregnant and matured
Such feelings demand no satisfaction but more and more longing
like a lost cameleer in a desert drinking fresh water but unable to satisfy his thirst
What must a lover do if not express his factitious desires and write poems after poems
What Wrath! What Madness!
Is this a seducers diary or confessions of a poor womanizer?
My passionate love affairs haunts me down in the quite nights like these