Arabic song

In the deep blue sea
I did not leave your hand
But away far away from me
I found you walking in the sand
You were to me better than gold
And for null I saw myself being sold
As a flower I was growing
in my orchard
You caused it to wither
As a candle I was shining
in my enormous room
You blew it out and now tether
But see
If I make it out this time
And go back to your lime
Bring to me mountains of pain
and make my rivers stop and drain

~ Arabic song