To the Spirit of the Master of Beings
Again my heart is grieved and wails for separation;
It burns over and over in a burning fire this moment.
It burns over and over in a burning fire this moment.
Like a violin every string of my heart ached.
My liver became a "kebab" oh, my Sultan, oh!
Spring passed and autumn blew, my spirit cries blood.
My fortune has faded, my chest has burned, my eyes have become streams.
Expectations were shaken, my hope dashed. Good-by to life!
Separation has begun, my heart has been carried away. Good-by to me!
I'm an addict of longing, I've reached separation, I'm pure melancholy.
Hey Friend, give me a glance for God's sake. I'm powerless!
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