:salam2:
Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest
Every breath, each moment is filled with a terrible longing
Who haunts my heart?
It is surely Ya Allah!
On this earth, every day, at the moment the sun rises at dawn...
for me, right at that very moment, it sets in my chest.
The longing for the only Ya Allah!
Who knows what kind of fire this is?
In it is neither smoke nor spark.
Perhaps it's some dream that is burning in my chest.
The pain from the separation from Ya Allah!
On the road on which the sun blazes, on which it doesn't set the whole night...
such is the path of love that I have chosen in my heart for life.
The course of Ya Allah!
Where is it possible for one person to mean the same thing for everyone?
My heart is a little bad:
but there's some good in it as well
The remembrance of Ya Allah!
Whatever thing the heart says yes to, it calls poison...
Yes this duniyah is a prison for a believer
The Prophet pbuh cried Ya Allah!
In love, uuf! one must fight with oneself
It's a punishment in my chest.
Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.
I need you don’t forsake me now Ya Allah!
What lines did I manage to draw on my hand with a dagger?
But we drove ourselves into madness in our hearts.
Devoid of the lines Ya Allah!
This world itself was paradise;
having lost everything today
a bounty has been laid bare in my chest
The heart cries vulnerably Ya Allah!
have this complaint against my heart...
The one I can't possess,
the one I can't possess, why do I love him?
He is my savior he is Ya Allah!
i have this complaint against my heart!
Listen, you who meet me daily in pieces;
don't weave any dream when I can't secure its completion.
I'm lonely, lonely; I need you
Where are you Ya Allah!
Your scented with fragrance!
But I know im entrusted to some stranger
Call out your name I plead Ya Allah!
have this complain against my heart...
Without you I feel rage against life.
It seems to me that I'm dying bit by bit.
For this reason I hate my life.
Save me Ya Allah!
I have this complain against my heart...
Someone destroy each and every image of my dreams.
They're a pile of withered leaves; someone burn them!
I reverie you Ya Allah!
There's a man in this city with all the tokens of my identity...
I'm alive too; someone just tell him that.
i must lack some feeling of loneliness...
if someone must introduce me to my shadow.
They're a pile of withered leaves; someone burn them!
I need nothing but I cry in vain Ya Allah!
