My mother once told me that the exile was the closest thing to death

Why, why
is exile the brother of death?
O, Lord of the heavens
Do not make it too hard for us

Whose fault is it?
My opinion's, or my destiny's
Since the day of my arrival

All my hopes are going haywire
Regret is so hard
I bathe in the worst kind of suffering

In exile I am drowning
It is the ocean of darkness
All those who were dear to me
I can only meet in my dreams
Today I am slowly dying
Life has lost its taste