I have seen you so much,
The demand does not end.
I smell your hair,
Missing auto-rescinding.
My picture on your face,
Has drawn out
Your hand is on me,
Manakhani has forgotten
Janoki magic o dear
Make your face
I dream about you,
Your eyes smile.
You blossomed in the Kusum Kanan,
Tara seating.
Giri can be seen far away,
There you too are pictures.
Thank You