O, warm sun, Is it here's tradition
Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition. Be in peace; this is my prayer, quite worrisome Are these love's ways, let's walk; I already come. In your company, indeed I had seen some Illume, and somewhere heavy gloom, Here, the fortunes of candles are decaying. And there they are burning in the front room. Greetings to your heart's world. I'm praying Ooh, don't be panic; it was out of our reach, Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition O' warm sun, our dream, our fortune faint away Without more fun, Is it here's tradition? ---- Poet Affaq .