My heart is a bag of orange,
  A brown pomegranate with golden seeds,
  That slants and falls to become a cloud lion
  Reaching its paw for caress by your voice.
  Your voice is a jar of honey,
  The showering caramel of the morning,
  That rains and flows to become a stream snake
  Stretching its spine with rhythm into my heart.
  Ah! I am thus fulfilled
  As the veins draining for the leaf
  As the prints expanding for the palm
  As the rivers webbing for the continent
  I am thus fulfilled.
  Oh, love, when you speak to me,
  Like an orange conceived in a jar of honey,
  I am thus fulfilled.