The night of the beginning of the Hijrah was the night of my breaking in myself, the night of my cruel departure, the night of my death, the night without you, the night without me, the night of the
heart of the lonely dead, the night of the departure of the dead man, the night of my departure, the night of my departure, the night of my death, the night of my heartbreak, it was the night of our nostalgia, the flower of crying, the basket of the
basket,
with the
dawn of my love and you, the
earth was also a bad star,
from the migration of you, I saw
torture, your departure was the height of my asceticism
. I gave myself faithfully,
my departure from me was my end, I gave the brush to the brush, I gave you the brush,
O savior, I
gave the brush
to
you, O my mourning heart,
my share is nothing but to break me, the night of the
earth,
with my earthy feathers, the joy of
flying is not the last,
without you, I must return
to the night without shelter,
the stronghold of my fear of me, where is
the wound of my old man?
Where did you get lost in the mirror
of the green road?
Without you, you must be lost again,
you are the dust of destruction, with
me, the soil of the earth was in need of you, you were the bridge to conquer the stars, if I failed, I broke from you, if you broke from yourself, you gave me a brush, you gave me a brush,
O savior, I gave you a brush, I gave you a
brush, O my
mourning heart, my night without you, the night without me, the night of the heart of the
lonely dead, the
night of going away,
the night of dying,
the night of my heart, my heart was torn from us. Was
