Old Letters and You

Today the old letter appears in the chest,

With old letters and you, memories are shadowed.

Touching the heights, where I, my spirits become birds,

The dream is sweet in my glowing moist eyes.

The weather is dishonest, it rains in general,

With the formation of dark clouds, the fog thickens.

The wick of the lamp burns through the darkness,

Due to the blowing of the wind, there is a fear of the spark of the flame.

If the heart hurts, these eyes spill out,

Somebody give peace, there is noor-e-chaman in the heart.

The fate of the night becomes stars, touches the height,

On the peaks of the sky, there is only one my friend.

In the river of love, lovers jump but

Look at the custom of love, murder-e-aam happens.