Naialah Zamin

Naialah Zamin by Nawen Amakiir

The light dances across the walls.
The red bed weeps with rapture forgotten.
Willow emanates the agony of the moon's laughter.
Fen, nanshileesh!

The morning shines like the sweat of endless pleasures.
Cha' riayva.
The desert gets drunk in green sadness.
Ah, but my love quivers in the knowledge of Fey ideals!