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Happiness? It left me long ago,
doesn’t return with the remedy I need
to soothe this sorrowing heart.
Why tell my sadness to the world,
broadcast my shame? No shred of light
shines through this darkness. No one
burns a torch for me. So what?
Lit by the fire of grief, my heart
watches through the night.
Ungrateful heart, you search
for what you’ll never find.
You entangle yourself in trivial hope.
You ask for help from useless friends.
Why? Contentment flies away from you
like a phoenix rising to the sky.
We’ve already sown the seeds
of our disgrace. No surprise:
no sweet release has sprouted.
The only thing that saves us
is the unbelieving worship
that tells we’re true believers.
Our boat is sailing on the sea of bliss,
but that’s no comfort. Tempest waves
menace the heavens, roll over the soul.
Makhfi, your eyes are weary with tears,
they darken your world.
Weary with grief and watching,
you can’t see the difference between
rosebud and thorn,
blessing and curse.
