Мой султан, частица души моей, свет

Мой султан, частица души моей, свет очей моих.
Не проходит и ночи, чтобы не пылали языки пламени моей тоски.
Не проходит и утра, чтобы не разверзлись небеса от моего истошного крика и плача по вашему светлому лику.
Вы – частичка моей души, свет моих очей, надежда для меня и на земле и на небе.
Вы – единственная моя страсть на всём белом свете.
Тоску мою ни словами рассказать, ни пером написать.
Было бы море моей бездонной чернильницей, а деревья пером моим, описывая эту невыносимую боль разлуки, они бы сами обрели речь и взывали к Аллаху молитвами: «Да воссоедини ты эту влюблённую рабу Божью с Повелителем».
Ах, мой Султан, частичка души моей, свет очей моих, я оставляю тебя в руках Господа Бога.

Результаты (английский) 1:

My Sultan, a part of my soul, the light of my eyes.
does not pass and the night to flames blazed not my angst.
does not pass and am not opened up the heavens from my istošnogo screaming and crying for your bright face.
You are a part of my soul, the light of my eyes, hope for me both on Earth and in heaven.
you is my only passion in the whole wide world.
no words describe my Sorrow, nor the pen write.
It would be the sea my bottomless Inkwell and pen my trees, describing the unbearable pain of separation, they would have found it and cried out to God in prayer: Yes vossoedini you this loving servant of God with the Lord. "
Ah My Sultan, a piece of my soul, the light of my eyes, I leave you in the hands of the Lord God.

Результаты (английский) 2:

My Sultan, a particle of my soul, light of my eyes.
Not a night to not blazing flames of my anguish.
Not a morning not to heaven opened from my scream and cry your bright countenance.
you - a piece of my soul, light of my eyes, hope for me both on earth and in heaven.
you - my only passion in the entire world.
Tosca nor my words to tell, nor pen to write.
It would be a bottomless sea of my ink and pen my trees, describing this unbearable pain separation, they would have found it themselves and cried out to God with prayers: "Yes you reunite this loving servant of God to the Master."
Oh, my Sultan, a piece of my soul, light of my eyes, I leave you in the hands of God.

Результаты (английский) 3:

My Sultan, a particle my soul, the light pour out my.
does not pass and nights, so that is not in flames. flames my cheapest.
does not pass and am, so that is not from heaven is none beside my истошного shouting and wailing on your brighter bloodshed.
You are a speckle my soul, the light my defiled, hope for me and on the ground, and the sky.
you - the only my passion for all the white light.
Commandante Fidel my no words to describe, nor pen write.
It would be my own purposes чернильницеи sea, and trees pen my, in describing this unbearable pain separations, they would themselves have acquired it and appealed to God prayers: "Yes воссоедини you this famous archeologist Lord God with impure" .
s,My Sultan, a speckle my, my, I leave you in the hands God.