I was more wounded than ever from the pain of giving up my heart, I was disappointed with love, waiting to die with a broken stature, I set out from the baggage of exile in search of mercy, I went on a pilgrimage
to cry, I went to cry, I wanted to cry for mercy, I meant that the Kaaba gave me your face,
O you have reached God, that all love is in my empty body, the soul of the word of love , all healing in the same time as hypocrisy, you are like the amber of every You have patiently touched a bit of my heart, you have taken this broken china from you, you have taken a bond, you are a support, you are crying, you are also the sound of screaming , my new name, your Kaaba gave me your Kaaba, I have broken
a boat, but it is still not golden, my opponents storm, when you are a captain, above the healing of all evil, liberation from all evil , your new form of love, the gift of God, breathing
with you means listening to the sonnet, going to the top of the story. Without wings and jumping, you are a crying support, and the sound of screaming , O my new name, your Kaaba gave me
