You don't want anyone belongs to me. You
Don't even make me own. You
Don't even adore me. Then
Why you are suffering so much.
Why goddess of beauty getting
Crazy to see nightingale with blossoms. If this is not devotion. Then
What?
How long you will lie yourself?
How long you will torment yourself? If
The Passion of love, devotion will stifle. It will never burn again.
The streets I have passed through.
Never returns my foot.
Your eyes, cheeks, attitude, ego accepted. But
Your anger.
(Anger causes a person to hurt own self)
You can't make anyone own by trying in chains.
Let her be free your fragrance will draw her towards you.
Delirious people not fulfilled the promises.
Don't love me so greatly.
Then will be hard to forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem