oshru nodir sudur paray - The Stream of Melancholy

Beyond the stream of melancholy

I catch the glimpse of your shore.

Bound by myself, split between the home and the world,

I unfurl the sail by the evening breeze.

Time has passed, like on the market day

Collecting dead weights of platitudes.

Shun them to listen deeply in silence

The song of the nearing shore.