I am your skin, I am on your roof
You are my sun, I am a sun worshiper
The sunset is all sadness, the sadness of your sunset O Eastern Qibla, I am your voice
O reed of your throat, like the reed of David
The verdict of what you say, I am your mute
The sparrow in my throat is a description of Cho Mansour
I am your burden, I am your sieve
I am your burden, I am your sieve
You will be surprised, the one who gave you
At that moment, you were martyred a hundred times
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