Have mercy on me, my Lord

My Lord

Have mercy on me, my Lord

Do not leave me in my sorrow

Do I travel in the sorrow of my tragedy?

I do not submit to the laws of melody

And I wander under the roof of pain

Sometimes I play with the legends of a singing bird

And sometimes I love isolation to be alone with regret

My master, I fold my life with your right hand

For our happiness will be in seeing you

And sadness ends when I meet you

Make me happy on earth

For the years pass

And I do not know

Will my despair end

Like an evening breeze?

Will my sorrow lift

The wreckage of my soul's ship?

Will the years pass

When my fate befalls them?

My sorrow is a disease that has afflicted me

So find me, O Lord, a medicine that heals my regret

For I have no master but you

So have mercy on me, O Lord, and make me yours

For your gifts are limitless

So if I compare them to my ignorance

Disease visits me, so I break my oath?

And gives me a wound that faded from life

My master

Leave the sadness from me to fold

Into myself and improvise

The poetry that he sang

For depression is a disease that afflicted me

My longing to meet you increased?