Who stole my heart from far away ?
Bring back that youthful heart to me !

Like a bulbul trapped in a clapnet,
My heart is caught in a snare of curls.

Lovers call the heart a precious ruby.
Well, we'll have it valued in beauty's street.

Tell me, friend, where the heart should go
If before you lie both sacred texts and sensuous charms !

Love gives he heart unceasing pain.
We must rock the heart in the bosom of love !

He's a king who protects the heart's brittle glass:
He's wise for whom it's the precious Jam-e-la Am

For a meaningful life and a mind without fetters,
Infuse new blood into your old veins !

Mahjoor, have a happy heart, qnwraped by doubt,
And the world will reflect the Joy within you !