Your payer that I be ruined in love, take it away with you
Your broken promise of faith, take it away with you
I had already offered my heart to you
Now kill me O flirt! and take my body with you
So that the hot roads do not hurt your feet
Take a jugful of my tears with you
The henna on your hands has my blood in it
If it is not enough, take all my blood with you
I alone will suffer the ruins of our love
Whatever you've sinned, take it away with you
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