pain of love
pain of love
Wish that fortune-teller,
Had left a few shortcomings.
The happiness ahead would have been inconsolable,
Or left behind.
Filled with the juices of life filled with love.
I wish I had left the miseries,
Behind and would have reduced the sowing of gum. (Sorrow)
You will get pain.
In these streets,
When would I have left
The streets of Ishq.