Two lonely and two without anyone, we are two, separate from human beings, we are only us, and we and the Creator became one, this crime of his love is alien to the world, come and take my hand from sorrow, free me from sorrow, be the voice of my heart and call me, 2 who is in love and die of love, otherwise every human being has deception and deception2 of the seemingly kind companions of my soul came to my lips among the darkness, my day came to night, hope from Beautiful companions were a mirage, time passed with the futility of a disturbed sleep, I was unkind, the fire has no effect on my existence, there was no effect on this emptiness, it was all and I was not, that there is a world of love and dying from love, otherwise it has deception, color, and deception of every human being.2
