You are still a wound far removed from the depths of grief and grief……….. It brings back worry, comfort, and sadness. A
wound of longing and infatuation I deny
…. …. From the breeze if it is not from
you, you are the one who leaves hopes in a name ………. And life shines as a garden of manna,
Either a glimmer of your memory comes from your memory ………. In the midst of awakening or in blink of lethargy
you who poured the world ………. its beauties Benazra you Aaonsa and Aescana
still me youthful age ………. I still fall down, O star of sunshine for a time
still – you still – you’re old I delight him………. You are the eternal bliss of the eternal, and
you are the bitter absence that veils me……… I invite you in my awful loneliness, my country