I am whose self is forcibly longing
for his end, and is stuck.

I am whose core is in sadness
crying out of loneliness and is drowned.

I am sad, tortured, worried
My soul has fled its love's capture

How to stay while my heart has been cast
by arrows shot by His eyes.

If my heart suffered weaning (from love),
it will melt by the heat of sadness and get burned

Salma