I can't go to a dance bar,
I can't give you fake appreciations.
I can't do anything or everything,
To become happy.
Because to become happy,
Is not the goal of my life,
Not a bend of my soul.
Rather, to remain pious, truthful,
Straightforward and humble,
Is the sole object of my existence,
Is the way of my living.
So I preferred to move away,
From everything and everyone,
And sit down in solitude,
To offer some prayers,
To him, who created and nurtures me.
Here I am happy and I know,
This pleasure is eternal.
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