Sing me a song
Sing me a song
I am filled as is jar
With tears, must cry
Sing me a song
Look at world go around
Make me shed my tears, must cry
She has died
She has died
She has died
Sing me a song
She led me to poems
She taught me write poems
Sing me a song
Let it be a long call
Make her know of my love
She is alive
She is alive
She is alive
In my heart
In my mind
In my book
She never can will die
She never can will die
She never can will die
Sing me a song
To confirm my Simin
Has not and shall not die
No
Never
Hey mullah
She wrote nice
For us all, is alive,
We welcome you to die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death of beloved one brings agony and pain. Mind cries out. But still she lives inside mind and can never die. Singing a song in tearful eyes initiates relationships of emotion. This is wonderfully composed and shared.10
True my dear...thanks for reading and such a lovely comment and sorry for late reply.