From all eternity, in the book of fate
My destiny’s been written bad,
My heart is wretched in the age of world,
My day equaled to endless cries
Desire for joy is not with me,
Grieving more is my routine,
Everyone told his case to a mate
Mine’s been written on breezes
Love rumors with me forever
No more patience left that I have
I told my sorrow to the deliverer,
He said, written bad, the literalizer
As my heart’s rosary turned to tornary,
And Saudade became my whole body,
As I turned into a saint, my lovely,
Grudgers have written to the beloved.
Those are not saints to love the world,
Those are not mad to desert the soul,
Those Sons of Adam can’t be blissed,
Each’s been written to a sorrow.
What can be the end of this love,
Strangers wander in the land of the beloved,
Everyone lives in their land and love,
I wonder where they’ve written us.
I pleaded to those unappreciative,
I wish those to increase my sorrow not see paradise
Goldsmiths held the beloved dear
Who knows where my value is recorded?
Do the truehearted renege on their promise
Heart-wounded make friends with love,
So many lovers be put on the record of love,
Sümmani’s been written aside among those.
