This heart became like Kerbela*. Do i lose it?
It became my reason. Does live without you?
Do not say "It was just a mistake" never. Does it suit us?
It became my death. Does live this body without you?
I asked the one who lives.
I said " Tell me, what is the color of love?"
Said it is multi-colored,
And sometimes marbled.
I asked myself.
I said "Tell me the truth!"
Said " Its color is like night.
This love is dark gray...