My eyes come, help me, my cheeks have dried up, do something else, cry, can anything be done, nothing can be done about us, beg for the one who is gone, he will never come again until the Day of Judgment, my heart wants to cry, everything that has the sea on the earth, God would have given everyone to my
eyes to my eyes to cry for me, the one who is gone will never come again until the Day of Judgment, my heart wants to cry, the story of my good past.Very soon it ended like a dream, now I have to put my head on my knees until the Day of Judgment, tears of regret, the heart of no one is sad like me, there is no homesickness and mourning like me, now that it is crying for my pain , why do my eyes reduce their tears, the bright sun stole us , that sole, heavy dragging everywhere , the black color of mourning is very little, the one who is gone will never come again until the Day of Judgment, my heart wants to cry, the fate of his eyes does not see the blindness, the wound of his dagger He stays in his chest , his lips are closed, his chest is soaked in blood, the story of survival is that he is gone, he will
never come again, my heart will cry until the Day of Judgment.
