Everyone falls in love but not everyone falls in love,
why dont they read this old sonnet to the end,
many of us dont know, love is a way of deception
, sometimes love is strange even between lovers, sometimes its an illusion, a
false hope,
an illusion, when they go first,
everyone falls in love, but not everyone falls in love,
why dont they read this old sonnet until the end,
sometimes its a habit, sometimes its yesterday, sometimes its tomorrow,
sometimes every day. And now, sometimes it is hidden, sometimes it is revealed,
it is not a new event, it is not a vague and ambiguous secret
, not everyone was and I was not, not only happiness, not mourning
, everyone falls in love, but not everyone falls in love
, why do they not recite this old sonnet, if it
was permanent, or if it was for everyone, it would
not be a ghazal or a grudge, it would be the end of this noise,
not reaching a mark on the forehead of the lover, if it is bitter, if it is sweet,
everyone is cheap. Everyone falls
in love, but not everyone falls in love,
why dont they read this old ghazal until the end,
sometimes its a habit, sometimes its yesterday, sometimes its tomorrow,
sometimes its every day, and now, sometimes its hidden, sometimes its
not a new event, its not a vague secret,
not everyone was and wasnt, not just happiness, not mourning
, everyone falls in love, but not everyone falls in love,
why dont they sing this old ghazal until the end?
