O you who destroyed my city,
Immigrant night of your urgent life.
Knit my dreams on a rhinoceros.
The last mahur composition of the fairy girl.
Your voice in the dead streets of the city,
It descends with mercy like rain,
Breathe with hyacinth-scented breath,
He strokes my hair and kisses my lips.
You came in my darkest hour,
With your white skin, your silky hair,
You were rising on me like the sun,
With your heavenly gaze on the ground.
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