At the edge of the sea of hope
I'm standing lonely
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 mind,
When I shed tear, a drop
When I'm sitting beside window-pane
When extinguishing light of hope raise in heart pain.
It seems, all pearls of the garland of old love are now scattered
Upon the strand of the sea of new love-making
To me, when I look at four pigeons on chimney
When I watch them kissing
When I realise that their love is not tiny
When I see their love, being full of fragrance of butter
At a repose in love, beside window-pane.
Will I be able to collect those pearls of the garland of love?
Will I be again able to sew my heart with other?
Only the thousand recurring questions around my mind
And my eyes witnesses the tears of the spring of Dove.