What a love

 Sitting at the window alone.

 What went away was like a heartbeat.

 The love affair was full all the time.

 The storm would start to feel anxious.

 In this way love and love were cut off.

 I will fly like a bird in the morning.

 Calling Kuhu Kuhu, Priya will wake up to play.

 I don't know, I search my mind day and night.

 The game of sorrow and love goes on for many days.

 Crying for the sake of getting and not getting.

 So how many ages will I get hi-- sweetheart.

 How many ages can be spent sitting on your lap like this.

 I will cross the field and fly to that country,

 You're my love, stay, just in love.

 If you want, I will open my heart and hand it.

 This is how you have stolen the mind, dear sweetheart.

 Just look at the writings from age to age, come to Mumtaz Mahal,

 On the wall carved in Khajuraho Ellora.

 Finished