Tonights setar... To my day and age... Tell me the stories tonight. My restless Zajan... I wish you, O sweet monas... I am sad for you... Except for the sound of your soul. Give me relief.... Lest anyone take care of me... Let no one burn me... You have become sadder than me... I am more miserable than you... When separations happen... What a benefit from acquaintances. He turned into a pigeon and jumped off my roof. On which nest did he feather? Hes gone and broken with me. Oh, from this heart that remembers him... Oh, from this heart that remembers him.......
