let the sorrows pass

Leave the sadness of the past days

And welcome your present and set out

To a world of a more beautiful future that appears

The sea is wonderful for me to walk

Whenever I see a wave that pushes me to run

And I race in it a passing wind

My life has become sadness

The depths are poetry that has become an elegy for my conditions

For yesterday's questions that refused to rush towards me

For a heart filled with tragedies and whose tears overflowed, so I cry

So do not ask, O questioner, and let the worry bend

The years of my life, for sadness is harsh on me

Let it tell the tragedy in my heart and hide

Sorrows inside me and my face is covered with paleness

For the pain inside me is harsh on a soul and began to tell

Stories about my life and its feelings like a book that narrates

Worries about the life of the flower that is raging inside me

So he did not say where is the purity, where is the tested logic

With a confused, frozen soul, my being has become toasted?

O heart, ascend the platform of joy and set off

Towards a high hope in the heights

Guide my soul to the good news

And help it, for life is lessons and morals that make it forget

The fleeting pains of the world that run through my pulse

So come, tell me about memory

And tell the soul, does it realize the hidden dangers?

If injustice or illness befalls it, it groans

And tragedies rush like light shining to clarity

So is it of any use after that for me to wail for days

And isolate years and years in complaint?

O days, be a book for my pain that folds

And for the soul to rest and heal from its tragedies?

And free my soul from the messengers of pain in my heart and create

For me a safe haven, so that I will not be miserable