There is no place for lament
as your love has refused to be with you.
there is no one to share your feelings
as your love has rejected you.
Now, those days have become wasteful and extravagant.
Each drop shedding from your eyes
wants you to soothe.
But the orphan love always cries.
Now, there is nothing beside you,
to make strong your mood.
So, you should call up your God.
Let Him come inside your soul.
He will redress again your sense,
and you will never be injured (again) .
He is the almighty after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem