O God, I see your enemy tired, a dagger in his chest so that I can see him in the foggy nights, I will come at dawn, his grave is closed, I see me, they did not create me out of trouble, they created me distressed, they left me distressed , and in my dream they created me from their soil, O God, I see your enemy tired, I see a dagger in his chest, I have a body of hard work, O God, I have a heart of regret, O God, I have a strange desire in my
chest, I have a fire in my chest, O God , blessed. Those who do not know how to get rid of their heads, who do not know how to deal with dry and wet shoulders, do not know that the Kaaba and the idol and the monastery are empty of hearts, I am the homeless sufferer , I am the hardship of my soul, I am the wanderer in the desert where every wind blows, I see your enemy tired, I see a
