Get out, O sorrow from the chest that the favor of the lover comes, you, O heart, be lost from me, that the lover comes, do not say the happiness that has passed from happiness, he ashamed me of his love
, Muslims That solitary friend of barley comes from the mountains and caves, the door and wall of this chest will not be relieved of the pain of the multitude of your knowledge, which comes a lot, I said wrong, I said wrong, that these pages of my poem come to ask for forgiveness from the shame of that fairy face.
