I don't care if there are festivals in the world ... I'll reside alone beneath the loads of dust

Put your feet down slowly since there are hearts lying under your feet ... don't leer in such a way or else people will die with arrows

I have no complaints against the nightingale, the house, the hunter ... it was in my destiny to be locked in a cage in the spring season

Had god made me the pearl of your face ... then sometimes I would have kissed your cheeks and sometimes your lips

Come over once to show me your love ... my love of night come over and call me

I'm here, Meena is also here, the sea is also here, but my friend is not here ... I wish to put the bar on fire