Time drifts away... I wait at the turning of the road, and only time drifts away.
Still, it does not come, love does not come. What is this life of mine! Alas, is this life?
Again and again I turn it over, taste and examine it, as if I cannot recognize it...whose life is this, who lives this way!
It has no color, it has no style. Each day passes in monotony!
This courtyard drowns in deep shadow-darkness... and trembles under the veil. Is this life? My cherished life?
Where I have nothing at all, how can that be mine? Is this what we call life?
Life only loses its rhythm... yet I search for rhythm to save this life!