The sun, the wind, the wind, the sea

 

لُڙََِ لَعَلَ لَطِيُف ئيئيمئي لَعَدَرَونَ

 In hunger strike, casualties for travelers,

 I will read it, read it,

 Ask, ask, I'll be the newcomer.

 I am smart, unassuming, downright lazy.  Drink blood tears for your gut.  Drinking tears into the hub of the river in the hub to the side.  I would love to have Johnny my wife show me off.  O Beloved!  Oh, don't bother me with myself if I drink junk and cook for you.

 The Story of Sisi Aubrey, Story 1, House 1

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