I am God's lover,
I am born in a fragmented steppe, my hands are bare;
I want to run the horse back and forth as a stopper,
I would like to bring the lamp to this delta forever;
My past tells how I play the game of snooker,
I will rejoice in the world as a player;
Dreams come true when I wake up in layer
Plunder in the age as a slayer;
The pain of waking up in the morning light flair,
I will be punished in the future in prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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