Oh! Sweet heart, why are you depressed br Your tiny heart is weary and br Face is withered like flower br My comforting words can't soothe your soul br Had it been so I would sing you the songs of spring br I would bring all the cataracts and orchids to allays your pains br But the fairy tales, the gestures of love and objects of nature br Can't erase the sorrows writ on thy souls br I can the agony but fail to help you br The pleasures of love, the warmth of lovers hand, br The changing contours of face with lovers touch br And longing for long night span, entice us br But your pain and sorrows can't be cured br Only death will unite you with your loverbr br Tayyab Ijazbr br