What will I do?

What should I do after the enemy cut off my tongue

And drowned me in sadness between my shores?

What should I do after my basil withered

And my feelings reached the heart of that criminal?

No.. no promise my heart

For sadness made its way into my being

And the tears refused to leave a secret, so they revealed my secrets

And forced me to be silent and contemplate my feelings

There in the distance, I wish, even for a moment, to return to being a human being after I was the devil of my time

My heart was filled with cruelty, so it erased all my faith

In a moment of anger, did life lose its balance?

Here we met, and here we took a path that was

And his tears still remember what is in my eyelids?

Here we buried sorrows that would have covered hearts

How did my suffering increase and my melodies fade?

Here all meanings melted on the notebook

I wonder if there is anyone else guilty?

I cry with sweeping tears that inflame my valleys

Is there anyone who grants me oblivion?