She kept weaving the dream of union,
But lover's cord has not been added yet,
Charm and attraction are all faded,
Now faced the pain of dogma...

The path of love is very long and uninhabited,
And I stayed at all alone,
I was weaving life by choosing a dream,
Paying the price of dreams from tears...

When gratitude engaged to silence,
Tears sang history of pain,
When the river overflow did,
We were escaping from the anthem of agony,
Why is the song only lukewarm...

I am spending this life,
I have been drinking a lot,
Who knows when it will end the period,
I am living in exile taking pain,

I had written letters as much as I wrote,
Today I will get them,
Love of love is hidden from everyone,
The continuous flowing between us,
With the moment, but the separation of the age,
This is what the line of luck is saying,
And then this rage became mad...