English
Number 19
This letter that I'm writing to you now,
I write it with tears mixed with blood.
I've written to you from this door before,
but never with the burning pain I feel as I write now.
To Azra I show the ache that Vameq bore;
to Layla I describe the state of Majnun.
My love, I don't even know how to set down
the story of my own heart for you.
Accept it, though I have no excuse to offer;
read it kindly, though what I write is poor.