My soul is scattered

Clouds left me and departed

And from my long sleep you woke me up?

I am the forgotten one among meanings, you scattered me

And from the throne of homelands you expelled me?

So I said: Woe to me from the clouds that ate me

And broke my covenant and neglected me?

And the breeze whispered teasingly: You have no place to flee to

So I look around and let the wind sing to me?

The soul is generous in your love and entertains me

And the heart is like a rock in which rocks tremble and avoid me?

And sadness shaded the eyes and spoiled the amazement and covered me

So how long will the soul remain in chains that bleed me?

How long will the wind remain in a state of stagnation, reviving me?

And the breeze strikes my hand in the coldness of my right hand

And my soul collapsed until it began to hide me

Who said that sadness brings me closer to meanings?

Who purifies me from tragedies and heals me from wounds?

Who said that sadness is with me and escapes from my grip and exposes me?

The ghost of the king of my hand appears, and from my longing for him, he warms me between his ribs

For exile is difficult, and its tragedies are many, and it has become like the sadness that makes me cry

So, O wave flowing in the sea, take my soul to my homeland and make me forget

The fragments of my soul, the scattering of my being, and the tearing of my letters, fold me up

Take from me a book and gather in it my memories and the longing that used to nourish me

And do not be sad, for the tears of the rain have realized my sadness that quenches