~1 دقیقه مطالعه • بروزرسانی ۲۳ آذر ۱۴۰۴
Our broken heart failed to catch the beloved’s eye
In this auction of hearts, alas, our craft didn’t fly
I no longer hope for union, not even a trace
Though tears became my envoy, even prayer lost its grace
What’s more fatal than a love that’s one-sided and cold?
A flame that burned me, yet in you never took hold
Not even the cupbearer could tame my sorrow’s thirst
Whatever he poured, my ache remained unreversed
Living after you? No, that’s no exaggeration
A thousand deaths I’ve died, yet God gave no salvation
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