Against your rose like cheek, water fall bloody from my eye
My love, this is season of rose; don´t rivers blur?
I was keeping my grief as a secret, they said make it known to the beloved
If I said, I don´t know whether that unfaithful would believe or not.
I was not interested in you, you made my mind undecided
Wouldn´t that unwary person (who speaks ill of me) be ashamed when he saw you.
My love, this is season of rose; don´t rivers blur?
I was keeping my grief as a secret, they said make it known to the beloved
If I said, I don´t know whether that unfaithful would believe or not.
I was not interested in you, you made my mind undecided
Wouldn´t that unwary person (who speaks ill of me) be ashamed when he saw you.
Heavens burned from my sigh, doesnt the candle of my will burn?
She gives the cure of trouble to every patient of her
Why doesnt she heal me, doesnt she think that I am a patient too?
My soul burns at the night of seperation, my crying eyes shed tears of blood
My cries make people wake up, doesn´t my bad fortune wake up too?