Oh, dear, when do I see the love of lovely eye?

Finally, in the middle of the night-in the middle of fever-

fever called fever- remembering mom-mom talked about her mother-incomparable memories,

Mother's service was running away from fever in the heart of peace.

She did not take the darling of the news, Sheselam said in her mind.

After drinking loneliness on the wall of feeling

, the poem of loveless ignorance , fondling and synonymous with Shankuni.

In exchange for flowers, the handkerchief of deceit laughs in lies.

Keep in mind that deception is never love- it feels intolerable like summer's craziness .

The prisoner of democracy

will be released from prison in jail, but will be established only on democracy and civil rights as well as the modern state.

I want the world of love - the burning fire is as if the ashes are ashes.

People do not have to suffer ... it only leads to debilitating success. Only by loving. love is Lahha Sakhya pulling her heart with love.

Life is such a fondness - in the friend's way, the fever of love spreads like a fever

- in the Nilima of the sky.

The question arises

when the question arises the rain of peace?

Oh, dear, when do I see the love of lovely eye?