Reality or imagination

A fact is in my world

Or a mistress of the children of elves?

Or is it the brainchild of my thoughts,

Chant, its verses with melodies?

Or a painting by the creator of a poet,

Full of vitality and color?

Glory be to the one who created her

And revealed to her the charm of the statement!

Is love like that created

Or does love have two lines?

Is her heart inclined

Or is there a jailer on the heart?

Would you take care of her

Or does my heart lose the bet?

Why do not you openly love her

And she was the one who said "Love is safe.".