My name is love and I'm crazy for a beautiful body ... sometimes I'm a bee, sometimes a bulbul bird, sometimes a moth ... it's due to me that the beauties have fallen in love ... they have grace and style due to me ... when beautiful people take my name ... then they hold their heart with both hands ... but still I roam around feeling lonely ... I'm a sea, but I roam around being thirsty

I agree that there is a lot of power in a gun and a sword ... but a pen and the words from a pen can overcome thousands of guns and millions of swords

The lines of life and death are written by god when you're born

I've called you as my beloved in your intoxication ... if I didn't fear God, I would've called you God himself

I'll ignite the fire of loyalty in your heart ... I swear on you, someday I'll also teach you how to fall in love

By changing your appearance the smell from your body doesn't change

I'm a lover, and I'm scared of arrows and swords ... just look at me for once, and I'll simply die myself

I've asked everything from God, by asking for you ... now my hands don't rise after this prayer

Whether the war is for duty or for the hearts ... we know how to win them both

A journalist can die ... but not journalism