I feel nostalgic

Nostalgia was kind on my way and met the broken heart

And ignited longing and melted the body in itself

And its fire burned the sea so it became turbid as well

And dreams came to me in the tears of heavy rain

And sadness overflowed in my soul so I thought it was a pilgrimage for myself

And when I spoke to my heart I saw it disappear from me descending

A terrible pain ran through my soul so it became like a blazing flame

It burns like a piercing fire and becomes like a medicine for it as if it were a medicine

And when I woke up in the morning I found the pigeons sensing my sadness

My pulse and my breath became like a flower in my being

Oh my joy, tomorrow my being will burn dazzling with its spreading light

And joy took pity on me and called the heart and asked it, did it split?

Woe to the sadness that passed through me and betrayed me and said to me: Expressive words?

And bought my silence and scattered my tears so I thought it came to me apologizing?

But my sadness is evil, it slaughtered my life, awakened sparks and warned me.

So longing surrounded my soul and imprisoned it with suicide.

And the groaning of her heart broke it, which became a colonized place.

So my pen beat the drums of war and occupied the soul with its collapse.

So your soul becomes in its sadness a graveyard or a slope.

So longing became delicious to me, and the specter of separation haunts it.

Does he think that my soul will dissipate like the tears of a pouring cloud?