Fragment Of The Epistle

The earth was contaminated by your inhabitants
They break the eternal agreement
They all groan
Which one had a happy heart
The damage made to people's relation
Become a wall of the separation
And it become a night upon the happiness
It is like the hotness in a dry place
They shout for wine in the streets
But the strong drink is bitter for whom drinks it
Surrender your heart and see your soul running for the one who is closer than a brother
It reduces the hotness by the shadow of the thick cloud
There was no day like that
There is a hope for the dry tree
My moans are dropping like water
They found a place of regret
With tears on your struggle.