Borders of the Kingdom of Boredom

On the borders of the kingdom of boredom

I found a soul complaining about the bitterness of the past

And the days say to me: What's the news?

I said: She has a dream that makes her commit suicide

So wake up, O soul, from the madness

Do you know what that secret is?

Who the moon runs after

And makes all his talk devoid of magic

I cried from a crisis that knocked on the door of life

And humiliated me at dawn

My love for you has departed in the soul of people

Anger, so how long will we escape that fate?

And the question increases my pain, so what is this boredom?

It inhabited my soul and crept in like a ghost to cast a glance at me

O soul chasing a shadow present in the moon

And don't tell me: That your back has broken in the ordeals?