I'm not a match for you

Yes, I know I'm no match for you. I come from another country, And it's not the guitar that I like, But the wild melody of the zurna. Not in halls and salons, To dark dresses and jackets. I read poetry to dragons, To waterfalls and clouds. And I will die not in bed, With a notary and a doctor, But in some wild crevice, Sunken thick ivy. I love like an Arab in the Desert, Falling to the water and drinking, And not like a knight in a painting who Looks at the stars and waits. And I will die not in bed, With a notary and a doctor, But in some wild crevice, Sunken in thick ivy. To enter not the Protestant tidy paradise open To all, But where the robber and the tax collector and The harlot cry out, "Arise!" For I will not die in bed, With a notary and a doctor, But in some wild crevice, Sunken in thick ivy.