water mill why are you moaning      
I am sad I am moaning                 
I fell in love with God
thatís why I am moaning               

my name is the sad box                    
my water flows over, lap lap
thatís how my God wills                   
Iím 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
Iím sad I am moaning                  

all my sides pruned
set into place    
this moaning comes from my Fair God
Iím 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 doesnít laugh
no one reaches a goal                   
nothing in this mortality stands      
Iím sad I am moaning                      

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