It is like my heart has burned in vain, its ashes have been blown
There is nothing like the pains you left behind, they are double roasted
If only a person would know the reasons
Is there a necessity for consolation in separation?
The heart will understand sooner or later
That longing is a gift from love
The heart may cry, it may wear mourning
What does it matter to anyone?
It brings itself into balance again
It observes what’s going on
It’s like my heart has burned in vain, its ashes have been blown
There is nothing like the pains you left behind, they are double roasted.