The worst thing is to be lost
In the endless eternity
Like a sailor in an ocean
Appearing endless without any shore
Unsure of any direction to lead to one

In dreams, I can fly in place and time
Awoken I am confined to one place and time
My imagination can conquer the globe and reverie
My body is limited to here and where I can afford
My thoughts are about healing all man's affliction
In my own body, I have so many deficiencies

Why it shall be in this manner
Immortal soul confined to a mortal body

Work for success
with the tools,
you have at hand,
not with the tools,
which you wish you had,
maybe never gaining them
and never starting to try.

Oh! Woe to the poor captivated lover
Being trapped in love, but beloved gone

Oh! The moment I'm sitting as tulip alone
In my heart's blood, she is gone as wind

The voice of ax didn't come from Bistoon
Shireen is gone to Farhad's dream tonight

Oh! I will inform you of my painful alas
The day my enormous patience finally gone

Pity lover that flew your grapevine hair
With a hundred hopes come, gone unhappy

I am happy you abandoned all my rivals
Although, you left me as fistful of soil to wind

Mountains and deserts are mournful tonight
Lovers as Majnoon and Farhad gone forever

Every day and night
It seems to I have a trial
In my own mind
For actions and behaviors
I had long ago
as well as recently

These trials **** my days

I wish I could declare
Myself innocent forever
From all fault and blunder
In the past, present, and future.

The world to a blind is dark
The pain to a senseless is void
Sound to a deaf is silence
Maybe all we see, hear, feel
is some imagination send to mind
as an electrical pulse on nerves.

Who you see one sin from,
is not all devil certainly.
Who you see one virtue from,
is not an angel for granted.
That is human nature,
a compound of thousands of
ups and downs.