Abundance of Fragrances

For the sake of my beloved, I am ready to hang myself Ready to perish in agony Ready to lick her footprints Burning bunches of incense An old tradition: burning incense In the name of achieving a goal The sweet smoke knows no barriers It will crawl into any crevice Some burn incense for the sake of sweet faces Others burn it for the mighty of this world Having the fortune to stand by the throne or by the toilet Having the fortune to stand by the throne or by the toilet Some burn incense for the sake of the Lord Others for the sake of evil spirits Starting a noisy round dance around an abandoned grave Starting a noisy round dance around an abandoned grave I burn incense for the sake of my beloved She inhales their fragrance Spits on all doubts and grants access to her body Spits on all doubts and grants access to her body