O God, the heart of the wicked, the heart of the innocent, the eyes of the captive and the afflicted, if my eyes do not see the good ones, what is the heart of the good, where are the good hearts, where are the hearts that do not know themselves,
in the journey or in the presence of the plains, mountains and deserts, like a madman who runs with wet eyes,
without my pain, what would you be, and if you were a little sad, what would you be to my bedside, a doctor or a lover of You were both the same, what were you
, I have not spared the sadness and pain of separation in my eyes, I am trapped in the trap of homesickness and abandonment, I am not a companion or companion, I am not acquaintance,
I sit in your way so that you can come and open to me in happiness, you will sit in my day by day , how hard it is to be unfaithful.
