Oh sun of existence

I wish to look into your eyes one day

O sun of existence, I am a branch living under the horizon

Come to me and look at me, this longing for the past, I hope to

Show me the extension of my hand, for all my hope is that it extends between my hands

Where is the longing and nostalgia and the words of love that my lips utter

Come and hear what I suffer from the pains of complaining love

I surrendered to my hair and the scattered decorations under my feet

Woe to me from the seriousness to the moon with it

I am a strange bird, happy with my meeting

I am a man who melted between a rib and wished for a bright smile

My limbs were broken, my eyes and my stomach are sad and died in my life

She died and her prayers died with her, but her longing for me, I walk without mercy

Be, O moon, as you were in her life, my love died, and in my heart and the eye of death

How does everything die as it died? How is that? How does time waste and when will it return when it does not die?

The eye sees the loss of the beloved, and the heart beats, and sheds tears of pain, how many feelings? My heart is my heart and my guide to the beloved, but without you I live

My sleep does not guide me to see the beloved, for the morning smiles without groans

And the permanence of love and companionship with him and the death of the love of my life

Strange, there is no way I continue in life

Revelation does not hide me in my life

Love is my provision from the sky, I prayed to God

Do not mock my beloved and do not look for anyone else

I had to pray for someone else

By God, for the distance of sight and heart, oh

On my beloved, praise has reached its limit

The difference between my death and my life is you, his life

I was shocked in the desert searching for him

And I saw the beauty of my eyes in someone else

Let the sword be straight and I am isolated from seeing him

And do not live on love without him

And death is it, so do not weaken and do not rely on life

Except the life of love, repent from departure

And my beloved is your sweet night

And offer him a cup that paves the way for the flow of rivers

And love and loyalty, not departure

Think, my neighbor, of princes, not a few, but I will die without Your love

The heart is like a dream but little

For me and my true love is impossible

And my relatives do not sleep at night long

And they do not live without you

No meeting without that heavy debt

How do you wish me success for you and how do you feel my separation while you leave me?

Life without you has become the opposite of the songs of life that sing death

And I say sighs of pain from sins and transgressions

Enough sadness over the whispers of mirrors

And I have no sadness for you

And it is enough that I thank you for your sins

My hand trembles on a web of spider webs

"Woe to the bitter day of the kingdom"

Life satisfies the bitterness of those desires and disappears

And death refuses to be harsh on the wounds of life

I have shaken off my sadness, so I will suffer nothing but misfortunes and misfortunes, and I will not cry over what was lost

Crying is familiar, and life is happy without feelings

No crying increases my strength except the pleasure of happiness

You live in this world with love and die in it with misfortunes

Love is doubt in hearts and wisdom

Death in the beloved

My life with my love is incomparable to emotion

And love is the passion that cannot be compared to love The lowest reward for revenge

Do not pray in my heart and do not offer

Do not repent for my sins except in peace

Do not live except By one

Don't cry over your life except with him

Don't grow old except with regret once

No jealousy in love except with harmony

No pessimism except

I don't want life with death except

Love without me, and be angry.