Perhaps She may return today, just for this,
I am sitting at the door with a pitcher of colours
The dreams that I had cherished in my eyes,
For whom these eyes had cried a lot,
Today she has left me alone and gone away,
Has this mind carried enough sorrows before?
Perhaps my dreams may return just for this,
I am sitting at the door with the sheet of my mind
All the friends will come with flowers
They will soak my body and mind with colours
And if I say what is in my mind,
They will clap and tease me a lot.
Just for this,
I am sitting at the door with a fan
How long will I spend my days like this,
How long will I deceive my mind by telling lies,
If my beloved does not return today, then listen,
I will bring water for the eyes of separation today.
The wings of breath are flying today,
That is why I am sitting at the door with an ocean of sorrow.
Maybe she will return today, that is why
I am sitting at the door with a pitcher of colours
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 