In your mind

Was so busy just thinking about you,

 Where did I go, in this situation.

 The world asks the address of my beloved,

 I am not aware of those in whose thoughts I am.

 He comes everyday to see me,

 As I see the moon in the plate.

 I do not remember the name of his city,

 Every letter comes back in a torn condition.

 I try to engrave you in colors,

 The mole stops on your cheek.

 Then came the places of pilgrimage of every religion,

 I am in your hands, now keep me in whatever condition you are.

 Tour gatherings come to an end without you,

 Otherwise the night passes only in this regret.