After seeing you, turned you into the heart-attack of mine,
The girl for whom throbbed it the heart of mine restlessly,
The day I saw you after.
Now God knows it how long am I here in this world,
As my longing turning tinto the restlessness of mine
And you going,
Passing by as the heartthrob of mine.
I saw her and took too the pains, just saw and fell to her,
Just saw her and pained it the heart of mine,
Ached, pulsated and throbbed, beat fast for her,
Oh, my God, why did You make me see her?
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