I was more wounded than ever from the pain of my heart, I was disappointed with love, waiting to die, with a broken stature, I went in search of a balm, I went on a pilgrimage
to cry, I went to cry, I went to cry, I wanted to cry, I meant the Kaaba, you gave me the Kaaba,
you have reached me, you have reached God, all love in my empty body, the soul of the words of love , all healing in the same time as hypocrisy, before you, like a straw, like the amber of every particle. You have patiently touched my heart, you have taken this broken china from you, you have taken a bond, you have a crying support, you have also heard a cry, O my new name, your Kaaba has given me a
broken boat, but it is still not the gold of my opponents storm, when you are a captain, above the healing of all evil, you are freed 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, O support of crying, the sound of shouting , O my new name, your Kaaba gave me
