A SIGH OF AN ORPHAN تنهيدة يتيم
 

السلام عليكم



A SIGH OF AN ORPHAN





Of eight a boy was thrown in poverty



In tears was torn and worn in mystery




Remembering always par'dise of the lost



In parents' love and parents' custody




Buried dreams in grave which were instant




A traffic accident of the tragedy



On graves of theirs sweeps, an' used to stand




A little, he sleeps in some part of the night




And be awake in all its major part




Oh, hard luck, dear mother and dear dad




Alas! how exhausted I'm, and how I'm sad

!




A man and a woman came in where was the sight



A lighting candle holding each in the hand



Almost his grievous cry, they called back




Oh dear son! we're coming "do not be sad"