By day and by night, your name
At dawn and at dusk, your name,
Only your name spins through my head,
Like a man in torren Phiran,
Ruffled hair, and riddled speech,
Having lost the balance of mind,
Only your name slips through my lips,
Like a fish slips into water,
from the hands of a fisherman
I lift a paper, your name,
I put something away, your name,
I enter the mosque, your name,
I enter the tavern, your name,
But who are you?
Who has named you?
Then comes a swift answer,
Like a flash after a thunder,
I am your name, you have named me,
In order to play a love game,
In my parliament of souls,
I whisper your name
Amazing! I am singing my own name,
Wherever I go, I take my guitar with me,
Singing my name melodiously.
Mykoul
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