When he came to my room one morning,
If you find yourself in an eternal sleep,
If I never heard of you coming,
And if you find it lying too long.
With a bitter smile on his lips,
There is a certain reproach in his eyes,
With death as if he had made a deal,
If Mahsun is looking, my picture is on the wall.
Don't open the curtains of my window,
Stroke my hair one more time,
Forget your sorrows for a moment,
Pray to God for me.
Watch the opposite of my soul in the mirror,
Extinguish the poor candle that is still burning,
Glide silently through the open door,
Announce to the neighbors that I am gone.
Then just come to my bedside
Soothe my soul with one last kiss,
It's worth the suffering I've endured all these years,
This is my last wish from you.
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