O Heart! Poem by Khalil Gabol

O heart stop!
O thee know, I have suffered a lot.
Don't desire more, O heart!
Don't aspire more, O heart!
O Stop, O stop!
Have pity my heart!
Thee know?
I myself have become pain now,
All my sky is enclosed in aches.
Let me live for a movement,
Let me breathe a pleasure for second, O heart!
Stop to yell,
Stop to cry.
O heart thee know, I love her.
I love her madly.
Let her inform immediately that;
Someone is in pain, be his cure,
Be his solace for a movement.
Let her inform, O heart!
Her single talk will banish all his sorrow.
Her kind look will extinguish all his inferno.
O heart, for God sake, do it right now.
Do it, do it, now!