I could never believe that this old snow was heavy on my head, as it was me, and there was a heart and my voice was singing
, my voice was ringing in every corner, the echo of now I am amazed at the age of wandering, O my God,
with this tired body, thousands of moans, sit in my voice, O my unrequited love, where did you go? Where did you go, O my raw wish? Where is that period of turmoil? Where did you go, my restless Omar? You pray to me every night, O bird of dawn that my tired heart has come from your chest to your door, you are light, and I am a prisoner, I am broken, your feather is full of passion, and I am tired of the world, you pray, you stay in the ears of the people of the world so that they will be informed of the acceleration of this caravan.
