Returning from your city empty handed, not even have life
otherwise I would have given my life while returning.
I have been the continuous guest of the city
Every stone in the hand of my rivals now recognize me.
The friends and well-wishers disappointed me
May they give some wounds while leaving
Now not permitted even to crawl, otherwise,
would have blossomed the flowers of my wounds
I was the burning stone of dessert, you were the river,
May you quench my thirst while leaving.
I am weeping, but do not know how to cry
People are laughing at me while passing by
I am the traveler of the path of love, may there be others,
May they remove the stones of this path for the new comers.