I have engraved my life
With my own hand
In the thick darkness and I have searched
An existence of butterfly.
They all like freedom and light
But in me
In that dark what I see?
Without any sight
In my own caravanserai
They all are taking wine in Solomon festival
But only I a wayfarer and the dull- -
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