oh mirror of mirrors, tell us who the one is
oh mirror of mirrors, show the strongest one
break my spirit's chains just to make me talk
the virgin queen is mine
whiteness is fading while I need to testify
Allah is witness of the minds
lust is not the only cure of the minds
she's like a red rose at the gate
where choices are too many
she made her choice before it's too late
disbelieved of their blasphemy
they say 'we held on to the shades of god
while we were the only ones
who were bounded by veils of world'
the love she showed to the world
too much love might be killing
she's a messenger of the wrong nation
born where darkness was along with the horizon
they walked along the labyrinth in the snow
of the part ways of sweet redemption
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem