If you are a cloud, then I'll be a blob, let me get away from you.
If you become a river, I do not become a river, then it will remain in your possession.
I can not say my fashna in the heart, tamanna is in the heart
Lo today, the kayak of my Aramon sank on the shore.
Do not change the kayak
Do not change the sinking of the sinkers.
Kassi did not even replace daliya dariya
Hobby is a journey, such an Omar from us,
The floor was not even found and we did not change the path
Sahil has returned, now this empty kayak ...
Musafir may have been looking for floor
The river of your memory and the trunk of the heart ..
Just memories of memories, no land, no settlement ... till the distance!
If I'm afraid of drowning, how can I be yours?
Kishti Teri, Sahil Tera and Dariya Tere ..
My friend, being a rider in the kayak of love,
When it moves it does not get the edge,
And when the drowns do not get the support ...
Gave me a new talk after death,
My kayakta was the paper of yours.
