O breeze, please tell my beloved
How long should I have waited
My eyes are going to die
And my heart is in turmoil and weeping!
I know my tears are not attracted beloved
My poem isn't reaching
My death is on the way
I'm hoping to see it,
but someone's staying away!
If I die, please don't forget me, shiel
Please come and join my burial.
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