My friend, this youth is loss
I lost all day on the way
Why were we born?
Why did we not die?
Why such beautiful names?
We must wait for the Judgment Day
And I lost all day on the way
The way of the world is a meaningless storm
I invited a difficult fate
And I lost all day on the way
Many nightingales entered the garden
And they had their play
The flowers left the garden
To make way for the nightingales
And I lost all day on the way
Please protect me on the Day
Where there will be fire of Hell
Habba Khatoon will give you a call
And I lost all day on the way