Will take birth a hundred times, will die a hundred times.
Yet my faithful lover, we will separate never in our minds.
How long will destiny prevent our union?
How long will loyalty roam in lanes of affection?
The footprints shall themselves be the address of our aim divine.
What is this despondency that is spread all over beauty?
We aren’t away at all, only for namesake we’re away.
Two hopeful hearts will again be one sometime.