At the edge of the sea of hope
I'm standing alone,
Bearing all gloom in mind.
All happy moments of love are sunk
Thoroughly, into the deep sea of despair;
Now, all sorrows of love are recurring in my mind,
When I shed drops of tear
When I'm sitting beside window-pane
When extinguishing light of hope rises again in heart.
It seems, all pearls of the garland of old love
Upon the strand of the sea of old love-making.
When I look at two pigeons on chimney
When I watch them kissing
When I realise that their love is not tiny,
Being full of fragrance of butter
At a repose beside window-pane - -
I remember those days.
Will I be able to collect those pearls of the garland of love!
Will I be again able to sew my heart with her!
Only thousand recurring questions surround my mind,
And my eyes farewell to the spring of love.