Oh, my heart!
I'm in love... but my situation is dire.
The one I paved her path with flowers,
Now she spreads sighs in my way.
She forgot that I burned incense
Before her picture,
Witch I locked it in a box.
She forgot that her life is fleeting.
I fulfilled its vow by longing and love.
And I turned to hatred,
The nights keep turning.
My hatred...
Is like a drop of blood on a spear.
I hate to hear the chirping of a bird
My Lord took His time
in composing its melody
I hated the morning that flirted with light
Because every morning my crucifixion begins
I hated the stars that shine in the darkness
I hated the "return" that burned by my people
And with arms of despair, I carried a pickaxe
And opened my grave in the land of exile.
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