The torment of my exile

And he doesn't know why I stand in my depression?

I dreamed that I was a bird

I moved my hand flexibly

And approached the edge smiling

To fall, committing suicide when I fell

How long was my estrangement

from my homeland until my fever exploded?

And I lit a fire, so my crying increased

And that was one of my reasons

To look at the homeland of my admiration