P A I N F U L
The pain was good and the pain was excruciating
I saw the dream and liked the price
Later on, the other cheek pulled me
At first I liked your name
I never tried to win again
Once upon a time I liked it
In the same way, flowers were given to him in a crowded party
Like he liked me in general
May God shake the earthquake of remembrance
With difficulty, I liked a job
I knew there was going to be a new ghazal
Dude, every one of your favorites is gone
Who knows about the torment of Shab-e-Hijran?
Who knows about my anonymous love?Who knows the intensity of my emotions
Who knows about my condition and my horror?Who knows about deserted houses?
Who knows about my fate?I have quietly endured the persecution of love
Who knows about my status?Who will come to comfort you now?
Who knows about your sad nature ...
I have to ask if they find it
I am still in peace
So you look up to heaven
Someone lives in the sky
Why doesn't it bother me?There was only one person in the world The wind must have stopped, but
She was sobbing like evening
The yellow leaves were blown away by the winds
A strange story was told
That all leaves after listening to it
Were sobbing
They were crying
In the grief of what tragedy
The trees were uprooted
We were looking for you a lot
Every single way
Every valley
Every single mountain
Every gorge
But your news did not come from anywhere
So saying this, we averted our hearts
When the wind stops, we will see
We will find its way
But ... this is our happiness
Which ruined us
The wind must have stopped, but
A long time had passed
In the forests of our hair
The white silver had come down
There were no stars in the sky
Roses were no longer lovely
The one she lived in
The settlement of the heart
They were not all friends
But this tragedy was the highest
That we were not yours
You were not ours
The wind must have stopped, but
A long time had passed
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