My eyes are full of thirst
My thirst is full of chest
I am like a rainless hot summer's day
My soul is burning for guilty feelings
Very hot air is making hellish storms
And carrying me to nowhere I like
And my veils are flying away by wind
The flower that used to beautify garden
It has withered away by becoming black
Who the cruel has blocked my stream of love
On the peak of mountain of my sorrow!
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