I am a desert, O God, with the longing of a drop of water for a lifetime, when I see the sea, in the mirage of spring, for the name of an old name, in the book Talk to the Sky, why does it remain unanswered , O God, my desert, my desert, say that the clouds are raining, I want to get a life, if it rains, I am slow, I am thirsty, I am thirsty, the green hair of the forest covers my clothes, the bird makes the clothes, O God, my desert, my desert, say that the clouds rain, I want to get a life , if it rains, I will not calm down. My dry thirsty lips cover the green hair of the forest, the bird makes the trees nest, God
