She has come to Pursish-e-Ghum
Can not say something silent
It is difficult to remain silent
Let me tell you
There is no scope for Keane-O'Cavish in my heart,
Shukwa ha-a-gham, I keep up here!
Hussein and Ishq's every shit is in the curtain right now,
Who should show their views
Give me some wounds to my heart,
How are you complaining about this love?
If it is in the Nizamat, the rule of the ruler
Complain, complain, complain, complain
