Like the days of Hijran, or the black night, the stormy of hardship, yes and the distress of two days of youth, like the days of Hijran, or the black night, the stormy of hardship, and the distress of two days of youth, your flares on the fire that burn the harvest of my soul, you have rejected me in the trap of love, and a desire for the day and the night, I burn in the heat of love, a desire from the city of mania, a, and a hairy man, yes, you, O youth, what is there for me but calamity? You are like a young man, I became a prisoner of the impotence of the other, do not come and stay in the burning days and the pain that you did not do to my heart, what sadness that you did not return to the joy of that fog, the joy of that hair, the tail of the tail, I did not sit down, the flower that you have gone on its way has gone from my hand, like the days of Hijrani or the black night, a storm of suffering and distress, two days of youth, two days of youth.
