O God, You Yourself are this existence, all the threads and fabrics of me with love and drunkenness of nature, if you take the sorrow of his love from my head to the door, or grant me patience, or give me a chance to see him, or relieve my pain, why did you look at him with his
black eyes, and you gave us so much drunkenness, you are all drunk, you gave us to worship the wind, now that you have given me nothing but sorrow, you have not given me a way to my beloved alley, grant me patience, cure my pain. Now, why did you give him a
beautiful face instead of loyalty and love, you gave him a broken head for my broken heart, I spent my life in this soda, O God, far from his lips like a bud of blood, O God,
now that You have given me nothing but sorrow, You have not given me a way to my beloved, grant me patience, cure my pain.
