Character: Hürrem Aleksandra

My pierced heart is not in the world of drugs.
My soul a plaintive moans like a flute in the mouth of a dervish.
Without a face and your cute I like Venus without the sun
Or the little Nightingale without rose night.
While reading your letter, the tears flowed from joy.
Maybe from the pain of separation, maybe out of gratitude.
After all, you filled me with jewels of attention
The treasure of my heart filled with aromas of passion.