was your two hairs, the string of my master, what do you want me to ruin from this situation, you who dont help us, why do you come to my sleep every half, O God, I cry out to someone without anyone, you are the hair without anyone, you are the hair that I drink, I dont drink, why are you my new helper, why are you not a balm, you are not a balm for the wound of my beard , salt is poured on my beards heart, why is God with the cry of my heart, someone without anyone? You are the hair that is left without anyone , my heart is late, I am a buyer of love, his heart is hot, the market of love is a garment, I have woven a dress on the stature of my heart, the fabric of hardship and the thread of Gods love, my heart is touched by the cry of my heart , you are the hair of no one, you are the hair of no one
