Between the arms of night
In the eyes of the sky
Ask how many tears poured on my cheek
How much misery emerged from my heart?
How many nights I complained to my fate
O who I loved then left
Ask how many nights my eyes stayed searching for you
Tell the stars about the severity of desertion
Suffering from the oppression of my destiny
O who I loved then betrayed
I asked you what I did
You replied, it is our fate
But fate is nothing but an argument to which we attach your perfidy
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Why all this depression...i liked the piece anyways...will read more soon isA...keep it up :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad but very nice :)