All My Faith That Broke I Thank Him for Giving Me the Light in My Blind Eyes

All my faith that broke
I thank him for giving me the light in my blind eyes
In the vastness of which I did not find one
Grateful to him for the shelter he has given me.

All my shortcomings are the best blessings to my vacuum.
While waiting for him alone at heaven's door
As if my reception made him regret it
I know he will not be mine then, but that inadequacy is so satisfying to me.

Today I never want to go deep into any emotion
Where there is mournful mournful cry of solitude.

Everything that touched her mercilessly touched my abode of fantasy
And in the camp of troubles, the refreshing cry that gives birth to a perfect tune
Mixing him in my poem is like a pure song
Let me dedicate myself to this song today.

Yet I will be alone at the gate of heaven waiting for him to welcome me
I know nothing will happen to me yet, but that accomplishment is so full of me.