And I sent my tears as a witness – the poet Al-Buhtari

And I sent my tears as a witness
Then she became the complainant
She turned, then said, “My job is:
Everyone who wants you to weep, weep
O Beloved, I did not have him for me
How long have you been through?
I wish I could feel about you, would you remember me?
when you are devoid of what I have reminded you