Let The Storm Not Break From The Little ...

Let the storm not break from the little wind,
Let's say love from yesterday, from today,
Let the tunes rise from the violin, from what,
Come hug my love, will the lover get offended?

What should I do without you, summer spring?
Neither the mansion, nor the inn, nor the palace,
I don't want a Persian shawl on me,
Come hug my love, will the lover get offended?

Before the cannon winds fill the heart,
Before the roses fade in our garden of love,
Don't let my heart be full of you,
Come hug my love, will the lover get offended?