زبــان ســـــرا

O silence! O Mother of Cries!

From you the flute of my soulfound its tune.

As long as I had recourse to your arms,

My poetry was as fresh as old wine.

In shelter of you, my leaves blossomed

You carried me to the realm of memories

No magic have I seen sweeter than yours.

O silence! O Mother of Cries!

I was lost in this din. I was lost in this din.

Where are you to take my revenge?

Should I have my silence,

Life would overflow with my cries.