If only she knew how the fire in me burns
If only he knew how the fire in me burns

it was so helpless smokeless fire,

Crying, I thought, I’ve become a helpless bird without a mother

I’m burning with hopeless prayers, how do I get out of this dark well now

O protector, who made my body a grave for me without living

the most beautiful blessing of my beautiful heart table

O my beloved who brought me fire, this heart of mine is not angry with you at all.

If it weren’t for you, who would burn this heart cocoon?

Waiting for that kiss of love to wake up in this grave my love