I was in a green garden of pure soil far away, the root of darkness was the Qibla, sometimes I was light, every refuge of this soil was the support of Rastan, the fresh cloud of rain was with me forever, without fear and comfort from decay and death , I was a new Noah, from the pride of the immortality of the day and night, my friend was a fountain and it was rain, the alchemy of love was with me forever, the
wound of the accident was a night of uninterrupted destruction. The root of the root of Veron and the branch of the branch of the soil made me a fresh cloud I became a sea of pain of sand to the soil I became a burden of the hand on the tired back of my hair I folded the desert I am
an outcast A bud is not with me My infinity is not bright from the star O empty pride I sacrifice my love I am a stubborn maid My love is
the hot soil of my curse I dream of a spring I see how soulless my life is love Come to relieve me Thirsty for soil My wounded, the fountain of water , I am filled with hatred, love, come and destroy me.
