If You love me, come.
If You love me, come.
If You love me, come.
If You love me, come.
If You love me, come.
If You love me, come.
If You love me, come.
If You love me, come.

Should You start considering
my good and bad qualities,
You won't find even the trace
of any good quality,
because there is no trace
of whatsoever good quality in me.

My garden is full of thorns;
there are no flowers in it,
only numerous buds.

If You come,
those buds will bloom,
and in their petals,
You may dwell.

I have neither attachment nor love.
The pollen of my life
does not float in the air.

By Your touch,
they will vibrate,
and, in their fragrance,
You shall smile with delight.