Why dont you become the embodiment of this spring of mine , what was my sin that you do not become my friend , my spring is past, maybe the
blossom of your beauty has bloomed in my imagination , why dont you look at the yellowness of my beauty , my spring has passed, maybe
what do you need as a sign of me , you who do not set foot in my house , it is better that you do not hear my song, not a messenger who asks me to say hello to you, not a passageway. From you, sometimes my spring message has passed for me, maybe
your grief is like a mountain on my shoulder, but you are not sad about my nightly sorrow, because you do not hear my love songs, may God not take you away from me, I have not seen you from you, although there is no good, Omar is gone, I have cried, now that I light a candle, my spring has passed, maybe
why dont you become the manifestation of this spring of mine , what was my sin that you do not become my friend , my spring? The past, maybe
the blossom of your beauty has bloomed in my imagination , why dont you look at the yellowness of my beauty , my spring is past, maybe
