متن کوتاه در مورد خستگی و خسته / بیو خسته

Listen to the reed flute as it tells its tale,

Lamenting separation from its reed-bed home.

Since they cut me from the rushes,

My lament is the cry of man.

I am a wounded being, longing for the physician,

My deepest wish is to meet the Healer’s call.