You say you have loved,
then has your heart ever filled with remorse,
'cause you must have walked the crooked path,
to meet your beloved?
You say you have loved,
then has your heart not quivered in fear,
when you have tip-toed in the shadows of night,
to meet your beloved?
You say you have loved,
have you spent many a cool night in fiery agony?
cause I've heard lovers speak
'tis the price to pay for the malady.
You say you have loved,
so show me,
the tell-tale scars of love you bear
that I hear lovers carry as secret talismans.
Yes, I have heard that you too,
has visited the secret rivers,
that bathe the ones who enter,
with the fires of dark magic.
Is it true that you too,
have traded your sultan's pleasures,
and spurned the anklets of Eden's houries,
for a book of verse and a cup of wine,
and solitude and wilderness.
I have heard that you too,
have sat in the bazaar of love, my friend,
and removed the cork from the bottle,to drink many a cup of wine.
Pour once again the tales you told,
to this poor addict of love.
