Oh the beloved of my soul

 
 Oh the beloved of my soul,
Do not be sad,
Do not cry,
Not grieve.
 You are so good by yourself,
that the flowers do not bear
comparison with your beauty,
and all women, surrounding you,
they admire by you and dream only about one,
so that you would present them
at least with your look.
 You are so clever, that the men
listening to your words,
fearing to pass their sense
and to remain without you at least the minute.
 You as the sun light up entire peace
by your surprising kindness.
 You are always free for those
being truly needing you,
and in it you are true
only to one person on the earth - to yourself.
 Oh my only,
you are always directed
and absolutely opened for all,
so, when I think about you,
it seems to me, that I think about the entire state,
and not about one person.
 Oh my beloved, when you think about me,
you talk with me so,
not as with the woman,
and as with the roses bush, on which many buds.
You compare my respiration with the aroma of rose,
reproaches with the prickles,
and body- with the petals.
For some reason I know all your thoughts about me.
Probably as, that when I think about you,
I forget about myself and I become you,
and then I know your thoughts about all people and about me.