The weeping that does not make sound br Surely it is mine. br The scraps of memory that cannot be wiped br Surely it is yours. br The letters that were written with drops of tears br I am the author of these. br The dark stains that settle on my heart br You are the author of these. br The tear that trickles from secluded eyes br I am the owner of it. br The callous heart that deceives me br You are the owner of it. br Due to lunacy of love I was blind br But consciously you were unkind. br The yearning of a heart is to get itself lost into others br And my desire was to get your kind favours br I wept so much in love that I can not endure br But I take pride that my love was pure. br A ruthless beloved or a dreadful betrayer br What ever you are- I little care.