By: Imam Sufa'at
Bead of dew on the gate Fajr ...
O ... Why I do not penetrating your cool.
Knife scrape heart ache.
Flakes recalled, it had slapped me.
Regret is a quip as a punishment for me.
I invite you, O my Mulhim ...
I call you, O my Beloved ...
On behalf of lust that is not also subject to me...
Really, I'm really, really miss you.
Did not this time I taste Your sweet love???
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