Beautiful poem

Sometimes tears, sometimes fragrance, sometimes song
We have met every evening as your face

The moon has come out like a tear in your eye
The flowers are fragrant as the shadow of your scent

That's what I'm looking for in my sleepless nights
It is a dream in my eyes

It comes down to the paper of the heart like the poems
It becomes a song on my lips

Even if the night comes, the glow of the face does not go out
It has spread in the soul, which has become ajala

What is my condition?
I am living as your forgotten promise

Rashid got lost in the sun
The one who went with me from home became my shadow