morning and evening, your memories come (to haunt me),
those memories come and torment my heart..
O my beloved, I swear on love..
it’s become a tradition to get separated after meeting.
I’ve become so helpless in your memories,
O my beloved, I swear on these memories.
you live in my eyes but you are far away somewhere,
and still I believe that you are somewhere near me..
O my beloved, I swear on your love.