O you, like your snake and your good face like a treasure trove of snake and your treasure in the suffering
The skirt of why you are loyal to me Awas heart not to the heart of Sang Sanam Dont have your beauty in the moons sky Say why you do not have a good night When you hate the arrow of the eyebrow I did not benefit from the life of my youthfulness after this weeping can not cry that the beam and persecution This heart is unable to whine Come and look at me Not Say why you are unfaithful to me I will die. Why dont you know
