The cup of the eye is filled to the brim,
My tears - they yearn for freedom,
To flow, to move, to fall like the monsoon rain,
You are required Ohh evil soul, harbinger of pain,
For the heart is a lamb and you the butcher,
Slaughter it and let the blood-tear flow,
Let men forget the rains that turn the grass green,
Let them see the tears of blood ... the paint,
That makes the soaking ground crimson,
Let the sun's light think that dew falls,
Let it sparkle on the river of tears,
I need you beloved for the pain you give,
Return - for cup of the eye is filled to the brim,
- Hassan
My tears - they yearn for freedom,
To flow, to move, to fall like the monsoon rain,
You are required Ohh evil soul, harbinger of pain,
For the heart is a lamb and you the butcher,
Slaughter it and let the blood-tear flow,
Let men forget the rains that turn the grass green,
Let them see the tears of blood ... the paint,
That makes the soaking ground crimson,
Let the sun's light think that dew falls,
Let it sparkle on the river of tears,
I need you beloved for the pain you give,
Return - for cup of the eye is filled to the brim,
- Hassan
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