O my soul, everyone who is overwhelmed by someones desire is in need, everyone is facing his qibla to pray, each person whispers in the language of his heart, with love mixed with mystery and need,
O my soul, you are my soul. My soul, you are in the religion of love, my faith, you are afraid that with the departure of my soul, this hand of desire, which is extended to you,
each one in the language of his heart. It is a whisper with love, mixed with the mystery and need,
whoever is lost in your love will be found from you, an unbelievable drop of your heart will become a sea, the hand that is tied to the door of God, the bridge of short love, do not see that this story is long
, the quality of love boils from you , the color of fire grows from you, from you every corner of this earth, which is a burnt heart, from the state of love. You are in the open bar, everyone is
overwhelmed by someones desire, everyone is facing his qibla to pray, everyone whispers in the language of his heart with love, mixed with mystery and need,
