O God!
Love is strange
The fate of heart
Brought it close to the heart
The dreams are angry with my eyes
The company of my own is lost
The blisters of my feet have burst
While walking on the burning hot path
I am squirming of thirst
The shore is close by
Tears feel like salt
Relations are weak threads
My own shadow
Runs away from me
Where has my enemy brought me!
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