O Qibla, I am the dust in your house, I am
intoxicated by your measure,
O Qibla, I am the soil in your house,
I am in your trap, I am tired
and sick, my remedy
, the passion of poetry and song in my soul,
O you are the air of every breath, I
love you, and I have cut my
heart away from everyone, you are my refuge,
and it is enough
that I am alive in your heart
, I have plucked my heart from the world in
myself. It is good to be free
in you, it is good to perish,
O Qibla, I am the dust in your house
, I am intoxicated by your measure,
O Qibla, I am the soil in your house, I am in your trap, you are my seed, you are my excuse, my poet,
every song is the
flame of my passion, you are my tongue,
you are my melody maker, the sound of my singing, my
secret and my secret
, set fire to my soul, O my love. Oh my love, I
must be you, my fire to kill my body in this fire,
I become you, you are in the stories, so that I can burn me, I will die
without death from you, this is the meaning of my love,
O Qibla, the soil in your house,
in your trap, your seed, effortlessly, you are my excuse, you are
my excuse, every song I sing, the
flame of my passion, you are my tongue,
you are my songmaker, my singing voice, my
secret, and my secret, my point. My beginning
, O You, the air of every breath I
love You and I have broken my
heart from everyone
, You are my refuge, and it is enough
that as long as I am alive in Your heart, I have
torn my heart out of the world, it is
happy to be freed in myself, it
is good to be annihilated in You,
O Qibla, I am the dust in Your house, I am
drunk on Your measure,
O Qibla, I am the dust in Your house,
in your trap, without your seed, without your seed.
