Frustration-foiled, all desires quit the lane of heart,
Depression drowned my mind and soul, hope stood dissolved.
Who has arrived, spring or death? Why do they open the prison gate?
Has a manic made to the cage, or a prisoner jumped the wall?
How to inquire about my hem, or talk about my frantic hand?
Long past I lost control of the reins of my heart.
Alone I reached the goal of love, denuded of desire,
Every comrade fell en route, worn out at last.
Fani, I'm a living corpse, untombed, undraped,
Unwelcome in the alien land, exiled from home and hearth.
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