The fault of my eyes is that
I have kept you in them. .....
Whenever I searched for satisfaction,
I only found thirst
I kept looking for happiness but
I got only the dead body of happiness
The fault of my searches is that
I have never found anything. .....
I have made contracts of ages with unwanted pain,
I have made relations with thirsty nights of many lifetimes,
The fault of my relationships is that everything I found is alien. .....
At every stage of life
I found new tiredness.
I found burnt lips
And a helpless smile
The fault of my happiness is that
it is overshadowed by sadness
I kept gathering autumn
All became friends of spring,
Only songs of pain were created from my only compassion
The fault of my songs is that they contain pain...