In which path, at what time, in the emptiness of the ground
How many deceptions are these, within my own heart’s bond
Expectation, uncertainty, the belt of my heart
I know not when this loneliness will pass
With my head dampened by the afternoon rains
With a thousand thoughts, a thousand sorrows
What reason brings me to this irreparable moment?
Will it extend, I know not, will loneliness shorten
Unfaithfulness, indifference, is it beyond them, brother?
I doubt, now minarets are no longer visible
The homes of the country have turned to ruins
Is there anyone to hear my voice, I know not, will this loneliness end
Logic, reason, what do they serve?
In every moment, which account holds the grip?
It can’t be extended, reason says stop, the heart is in turmoil
Where are the madmen, I haven’t found them, how many times is this loneliness
Loneliness, the heart is offended, the soul is destitute
To be understood is a great utopian concept
Loneliness, in the midst of the night, longing for the night
This place, this sky, feels narrow for my spirit
I know not when the moment will pass, when this loneliness will end.
