The lonely pathway on the lone street
You and your shadow are behind the road;
Miyazal of salty rebellion
You promise void
Dark, dark around.
In the untouchable touches of the arts
My heart is dry;
Classical dance drama mayibi injuries
Falling dreams of childhood
And with date you too
The last letter you wrote
The timelessness remained incomplete
So evolution is still incomplete today
This is 'I'.
