You were my composer, you were the composer, you were the composer, our love became a legend , your acquaintance became a stranger, I who did not see anything but your profession, I was bitten in a secluded corner , my cup of sorrow sat in my home, I was hurt by my heart, I was hurt like a storm leaf, I took the book of Majnoon closed, I brought a new story, I brought a new story, you did not leave me, you put me
in my ashes , how far did you drag me to the broken nest, I am a tired passerby, like my waves are broken, the sky is broken again, nine stars No, there is a fog, the tired gardener, the broken heart, he plants tulips, O heaven, you know that whenever what you have done to us , you are not desperate, joy and happiness that you have not nurtured, where should I go to cry out from my heart, what can I do with the
rush of sorrows, what can I do to become a cage, free in the silence of the desert, where should I go to cry out from my heart, what can I do with the influx of sorrows, I will be free?
