In The Mirror Of Your Eyes

Don't call me a scoundrel,

I love you with all my heart, 

By making eye contact with you,

I have become a miracle of nature.

Don't call me a wanderer,

I search for you day and night,

To find you I wander,

In every street of the city.

Don't call me avail,

I keep in my heart, 

By listening to your heartbeats,

I sang the song of your love.

Don't think that I am poor,

I am the king of love, 

In the kingdom of my love,

I consider you as my queen.

Don't stay away from me,

I live in the mirror of your eyes.

Get wrapped up in my arms "murali",

It is the desire of only God.