On the rosary of breath, I lay my beloveds name
I droned myself in a way that I forgot about my physical and spiritual existence
I myself became God
My beloved is not guilty, but innocent
Like insane person by talking with myself, I got a bad repute, bad name
My beloved is the beautification adornment of life and vermilion in my hair
When fallen from the eyes of my beloved what is the use of such living
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