I love you more than you love me
I will find you
I heard the sound of his feet
In my thirsty desire.
In the thirsty sky of my mind
She cried and was thirsty
Never does he come to the interest of the thief
In the night, in a dream.
The cup of my mind is tamale
Harry wire affection Meghshyam
Harry sits on the wire in the light
The electricity is excellent.
Sitting in the garden I wrote
Paran Priyare Malika Rachia
He suddenly woke up to see the garland
Alas for you.