The days gone by,
where I was a prince,
Now, it is a prison without a name,
The heart is longing for the friends,
whom I met a long time ago,
The princess of my dreams,
Where….
The beauty of the palace,
where I was a prince,
Now, it is a devastated cell,
The serenity of neighborhood,
where I was a prince,
Now, it is unbearable to look on.
The Wazwan I was used to,
Now, tasteless…
The test I am in,
Was part and parcel of the whole game,
The contended heart,
I am grateful,
The days will come,
Where I will get my throne back,
Now, it is a prison without a name,
