He was crying on the ground in the garden, he was crying relentlessly, he was crying blood, when I saw that his horse came to him, the whole sky was crying blood, the height of the mirrors was bent again, my heart was sad, I was sad again
, the
sound of Sanjal, I came to sing from afar , it became Muharram, read again, it
was my heart, it was a little bit, read the pain, the angels
