O who I lived for her life and love planted in my heart and began to sing the most beautiful songs and planted in your heart Believe Hanani and wrote about you in the torture of my writings there is no place for love selfish love Write the most beautiful stories I wrote as if I love you Oholani who is always in my imagination Do not spare me from my eyes even seconds Honesty and love They are the mind of my Zenati, frankness and honesty are my addresses, but I loved, I loved even the dead, so my son loves my sweetest