A girl's lips were a little dry from thirst

A girl's lips were a little dry from thirst
And a drop of his hatred sat beside him with sorrow
And the moans of the earth / hot hot / a cry /
And water is a painful story like the pains of the desert /
And what do the people of the desert know about water? / You understand the songs of dry lips / Beside the Euphrates water, but your lips are dry / A thousand tyrants have drawn daggers on that side / And the taste of water that knows except the desert of your heart /
And the taste of the famine of your justice and justice is evident / Since you showed the water, you did not hesitate to dry your lips / How well I understood the resonance of your justice from the water and your gaze / How well when I knew you, O tyrant of the stronghold ...
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