My heart is torn out, blood spills from it
The sparrows of grief had made nests in it
My eyes tears with blood because
I have wept for you all the night
To whom I can cry for help
O God you can save my heart
Look at the waves of ocean
These are the reflections of my heart
Ideas are taken from Pushtu Folk songs 'Tappa' whose poet is unknown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you truly believe in God?