I count stars while wait for the sweetheart every night
It's midnight and late, but he hasn't come back
Everyone is asleep, except God and me
There isn't lower than me, and higher than him
Since I've bad luck, He won't come back and it'll be morning soon
My hair will turn white as my eyebrows will
I worry that he won't come back but the sun will rise soon
I'm afraid, O morning, don't rise for God's sake!
I became unlucky because of the fair-haired
and such bad days make me depressed
If such love promise won't be fulfilled
I don't know why nature laid the foundation of the love