Dunes of the Sahara cannot muster br the clouds to be generous and br Pour its sorrow-ridden soul br Over the parched lips of the earth. br A hapless and helpless armor of a girl br cannot confide in the heavens br for a shower of tears. br br Her eyes stopped feeling, br Her senses now deceive her, br Her thoughts are clouded; her touch is gone, br Her words don’t bear any meaning. br br Tears come forth br With pain in the heart. br What do the eyes shed br when there is no tear to fall? br The pleasure of relief does not come br Because the pain remains, br In the sorrow-ridden soul br without a river to run.