Wherever they sleep
Calm down
And frequent thoughts of lovers
And the crying of the wretched and the sorrowful
Waiting for the dawn of a new day
We approach our papers
We hold on to the sides of our pens
So quietly to disturb sleeping roses
Let us express our feelings
And satisfy our mothers and our pain
We spend our nights here
Different nights
The crime of passion
They overwhelmed us with your whispers
And make us adore
Your dreams come true
Forgive us for your nights
And hear your high whispers
And your warm feelings
Honor us with your letters
And bleed your pens high
With purity
And high and tender
Enjoy with the fragrance of your beautiful perfume
Here is space for you
Whenever you find yourselves in a state of vigilance
The more you find your pens the status of revelation
The more you find yourselves in a different night and a different person
we are here
