I turned to kiblah and opened my hands
I begged god to hear me
When my tears were dripping from my eyes
I am living the agony I lived before
I loved one of your servants a lot
I gave him my heart, he does'nt give it to me back
My hands are tied, I'm desperate my god
You gave me this life, he wants to take it from me
Doesn't your despising pride know how to drain away?
Isn't it enought that you made a heart sad that burns with love
If we live for good reasons on this world
Aren't lovers good enough to be loved even if they are strange?