Oh god burn me 100 times in hell if you want ... oh god hang me to death if you want ... but my lover calling me an old person ... oh god don't make me see that day

Fill the colour of your body in my poem ... give the music of your style to my voice ... grant life to my imagination

In life I've always wished that ... whenever I fall in love it will be under the shade of stars or under the shadow of swords

Even the strikes of death can't change the love of a mother

The enemy of my sleep how can you sleep well ... here every night comes as a black snake lady, bites me, and mixes poison in my life and leaves

If a rebel is weak then he is hanged to death and if he is strong then he gets the throne

Oh god keep your heaven to yourself ... since I have seen heaven on earth itself

A sword can be raised to do injustice and even to stop injustice ... and the one who raises the sword to stop injustice is doing a great job

The one who mixes poison for others ... he also has to drink poison