In search of the divine love

Won't I be a poor lad, 

For the spring is in queue 

I've left out unacknowledged stuff,

Nay any friend nay any dwelling 

Where I would put my head to solace

O my creator drown me in that love

When Abu Bakar endured the bite of a serpent

He endured and endured 

The venom of the serpent

And the tears driblet from his eyes and tumbled on the dazzling face of the prophet

For it was the love, the one with the divine

Eternal and devoid of any evil

Nay any wound nay melancholy 

Peace love and success, it holds

How long shall I wander like a lunatic? 

My crestfallen heart is so thirsty 

That it is now in search of the divine love......