My sorrow is like a tortoise, a faint can not move forward.
My grief is like a tortoise, I can not move beyond me.
My troubles are like pomegranate, none of the reddish can break.
In the city of rain, water in the rain, in the city.
Poetry on civil curse goes away.
As long as the love of the glass is kept in Bethel,
Suddenly hearing the sound of the mighty fall.
You hear me singing silence ...
My grief fluttering wings, Sunil sky can not fly.
It is a day of pilgrimage, the fenced path Tarnath Sargaei memorial.
All the dreams fall into a trap, the demands of immortality are mixed in the sea.
You hear me singing silence ...
My grief is like a tortoise,
The humming can not move further ...