An Elegy: Priceless Friendship

Today I have come to you again, 

I am in the condition of my heart to narrate,

I have come to tell about the discomfort of the heart, 

And the condition of the heart, 

Some have heard mine, 

Some have come to listen to you.

I will never let you mature little coplo( newly little bud) 

That is why, 

I have come to save you, 

From the deceit of youth, 

As he left puberty. 

My friend, 

By the way, 

Will never let you step on the threshold of puberty,

Would like you will,

Always be a teenager all the time. 

Never in life 

Will, you let me touch the thorn of youth, 

Will, he never come back, 

He never laughs and blossoms, 

In the same streets and

Flute on the lips, 

He did not want everyone every day.

He used to dance to everyone every day, 

By keeping the flute on the lips,

What a pleasant delectable flute, 

I Will not hear his tone now, 

That new life of the flute every day.

How pleasant and how captivating was the sound of his flute, 

Now will not hear the flute's azaan!

Why is darkness sneaking away, 

And stealing it has taken him far away from us, 

Is nature, 

Where were all the gods and goddesses and the fairies, 

You were leaving me everywhere. There was none. ? 

Was there no one who could save him?

O! Nature, 

You were on the tune of this earth. 

There will be no more dancing, 

Who will not want you to sing to their tune, 

Being happy, 

These trees also danced to shake their leaves. 

Suraj Dada (sun)you also used to play Sargam rays.

Now No dare will come, 

Which will make you dance to your tune.

The sound of raindrops, 

And his flute is heard in my ears every day, 

He used to come near the springs in this forest, 

Before the sunlight first rays came on the earth further, 

Hearing the waterfall,

His rhythmic voice and loud howling and shouting.

O bird, 

Did you not even hear the sound of his agony, 

And heard the sound of your tweet, even without that jungle!

Now, will my friend never come from somewhere, 

Why have you gone away, 

I wish you had taken me too,

What will happen to me 

Tomorrow as well as my own?

Were you the, you were the voice of my life,

Which mourning should you make in the song?  

You are the first and only 

After you, 

You were the style of song and ghazal!

Have gone, 

You used to walk and walk around the Ghazals and songs.

Will, I be sad for you,

As I am? 

Will anyone be as sad for me? 

Will any sorrow song be sung to me.

Now nowhere 

Will you hear that sweet voice of your flute stopped. 

Stopped the cry of my heart, 

And stopped the noise of your memories.

But newly little Buds, 

I will not let you step on the threshold of puberty.

As soon as he left me, 

I would never let you fall apart. 

Every moment spent with him,

Was priceless.

It was precious to me even today,

And it is still precious to me every day.

Every moment 

Yes ........yes ....precious it is still precious today.