My eyes, come and help me
My cheeks are dry, do something
Non-crying, what can be done?
There is nothing we can do, cry
He who is gone will never come again until the resurrection of my heart will cry
Whatever the sea has on earth, God with all the clouds of the sky
I wish everyone would look me in the eye and cry for me
He who is gone will never come again until the resurrection of my heart will cry
The story of my good past ends very quickly like a dream
Now I have to put my head on my knees to mourn the resurrection
The heart of no one is as sad as me, it is not as homesick and mourning as I am
Now that crying is a medicine for pain, why do my eyes shed tears?
He who is gone will never come again until the Day of Judgment, my heart will cry
The bright sun stole us and dragged us on those terrible clouds
The color of the mourning black is everywhere, we have very little chance to stay!
Fate does not see the taste of the furnace, its dagger wound stays on the chest
Lips closed, chest sunken to the house is the story of a person's homelessness...
He who is gone will never come again until the resurrection of my heart