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When I heard that My Beloved

Placed patience with great emphasis

I swallowed the tongue of complain

I drank a mouthful of tolerance

Till my groan dissolved in the vein



When I heard that My Beloved

Disgraced the owl of sorrow

I forgotten all my grief

Releasing falcons of joy in the skies

Hunting the gloomy pain

Like a thousand fighting spirit

Knowing no limit



When I heard that My Beloved

Pay heed to true lovers' voice

Like an innocent child I spelled his love

Letters and words flow with each heartbeat

Till my soul became the Nightingale in the rose garden

Riding on the wind singing Sweet songs