The princess's pulse

The daughter of the Euphrates, I am the volcano in my body, I go far away, so is there help from water? I look to you and the night of the letter, I have traced in every line, I see envy in their eyes. I am the uprising of my days and my times. If doubt does not tempt you, the pain of the liver. In the exile of the soul, separation still between us. It passes recklessly with my dreams forever. I try to be patient, oh face that bids farewell. And Allah knows the heartbeat in pain. Fate threw me into the arms of his exile. I am the wounded, he led me to the grave.