Burqawalli, you too in America,
Strangely yours,
Surprisingly yours,
Wherever go you, shall I follow you,
My love.
You my shadow, my walking shadow,
The star hidden under the clouds,
The patches of it,
I love you, I love you, Burqawalli,
Frankly speaking.
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