Below the moon sleep peacefully!
Those looking for dreams
Being far from one’s homeland is determined by fate
The horse is very tired, it only has a body of dust
It is close to you

Having traveled very far
Why always in the eyes
Does a native village’s bleak shadow emerge
Why always on the distant horizon
Does one stand facing the native village

The singing voice has gone mute
In some place, the tragic direction makes the heart retain
Besides songs and wine
Besides love and memories
You will not be able to find anything else