To whom do I say my heart’s sorrow that you are the sympathic of mine,

If the whole world are against me, you are the beloved of mine.

I won’t approach anybody I will appeal to no one,

As long as you are my dream, as far as you are the supporter of mine.

I am about to set off for your abode, there is no guide,

Nothing to worry about as you are the guide of mine.

I won’t approach the lawn, nor will I go to the garden,

You are my meadow you are the garden of mine.

I am patient, there is neither a physician nor a nurse,

I am glad that you are both the physician and the nurse of mine.

I am the consumed lover there is no aid,

You are my aid you are the beloved of mine.

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