To both love and decency
I took full care of
Yet I was defamed and made notorious
You were the witness to my decency
Yet you relied on the people
You extinguished me, you extinguished me
Separated I away from your city
As a soul departs from a body
I have passed through such an age
Neither could I understand myself
Nor could the world understand me
Whenever I stand before a mirror
I often see an image
I try to find my image
Yet I see the same image
The tree of melancholy is still green in chest
Thousand times I have cut down the tree
Yet green leaves sprout on it
Neither could I understand myself
Nor could the world understand me
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