doori roozith tsoori kami niv myon dil.....

    Who stole my heart from far away ?
    Bring back that youthful heart to me !

    Like a bulbul trapped in a clapnet,
    My heart is caught in a snare of curls.

    Lovers call the heart a precious ruby.
    Well, we'll have it valued in beauty's street.

    Tell me, friend, where the heart should go
    If before you lie both sacred texts and sensuous charms !

    Love gives he heart unceasing pain.
    We must rock the heart in the bosom of love !

    He's a king who protects the heart's brittle glass:
    He's wise for whom it's the precious Jam-e-la Am

    For a meaningful life and a mind without fetters,
    Infuse new blood into your old veins !

    Mahjoor, have a happy heart, qnwraped by doubt,
    And the world will reflect the Joy within you !