water mill why are you moaning
I am sad I am moaning
I fell in love with God
that’s why I am moaning
my name is the sad box
my water flows over, lap lap
that’s how my God wills
I’m sad I am moaning
They found me in a mountain
pruned my wings and arms
saw me fit for a water mill
am sad I am moaning
I am a mountain tree
neither sweet, nor bitter
to my God, prayerful
sad I am moaning
they severed from the hill my home
all my estate ruined
am a tireless poet
I’m sad I am moaning
all my sides pruned
set into place
this moaning comes from my Fair God
I’m sad I am moaning
I draw my water from low
spin pouring it above
see how I suffer God
sad I am moaning
Yunus arriving here doesn’t laugh
no one reaches a goal
nothing in this mortality stands
I’m sad I am moaning
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