I was waiting while counting the stars every midnight,
My love is late,it is already night.
Everyone's asleep, awake just God and me,
There is noone more miserable than me, exalted than her/him
If there is no fidelity in the temper of love,
So why'd nature made a desicion like that?
There was magnificent love of Shahriyar,
Woefully due to misery his spring became fall (x2)