Just Bliss

Dye  me in thy color, my love!

Thou are my man, oh beloved of Almighty;

Dye me in thy color!

My scarf, and the beloved’s turban,

Both need to be dyed in the spring’s color;

Whatever be the price for dyeing, ask for it,

Thou can have my blossoming youth in mortgage;

Dye me in thy color!

I have come and fallen at thy door step,

For thou to, safeguard my pride, my dignity,

Thou are my man, Oh beloved of Almighty,

Dye me in thy color!