Again, O pampered goddess, make with my heart the grief of the soul will go away from me, if my heart is not satisfied with your sin, come to me so that I can pass over your sin, reach out to
you so that I can remember my sorrow with mystery and need , if the arrow of my hearts anger is aimed at God, I will jump towards you like a bird full of joy and joy, who is he who is
attached to your sorrow, because who am I? What is your pampering more than this? You Nazi goddess, sit in my bazma, I am loyal to you, come, there is no other than this, my art is not so unfaithful, by God, if you dont hear from me, you
