In an ancient city~~~

I wish to make love to him, this rival poet
I wish to take him there
Or rather, I wish he would take me there
So that no more shall we keep away from each other and be distant

No more shall we feel stony
No more shall we care for the society
Only shall we see the blinding stars
Illuminating our souls, rubbing off from our souls, our scars

The chosen place would be an ancient city of India
There where still living is the Lord's replica
I wish to make love to him there, indeed
For there is where my heart shall beat at full speed

Can you just feel the ecstasy everywhere
It would seem that there, life is all so fair
Because the beautiful Lord used to be the king of the city
Always filling everyone with distress at one more prank of his, so funny!

Yes, there, there is where I wish to make love
I wish to be there, with the rival poet
I wish to be able to sing to him, a most melodious duet
As melodious as would be that of the one above

I wish to be in his arms, while walking in marvelous gardens
I wish to have this friend of mine, as kidnapped and stolen
Maybe some fairies would appear
And help me find, for my task, the right steer!

An ancient city of India, surely there would I be the Queen
Always pristine, always serene
With a most handsome poet, having like me, a heart of stone
Surely, to my charms, I could have him easily won!