Sometimes I long to kiss my idol's face,
Sometimes to clasp her in my wild embrace—
That is not possible, this is not possible.
How can I let her seek my rival's door,
How can I bear the friends I loved before—
That is not possible, this is not possible.
O Zafar, does she bid me to return,
And dare I, for I tremble and I burn—
That is not possible, this is not possible.
ZAFAR.