The one who cares for the wounds
He cannot sprinkle salt
The way to your village, repentance
I can't reach you
He must have removed himself
Can't do it just like that
Such eyes are useless eyes
From whom tears can't shed
Whoever speaks the language of morality
He can't beat anyone
When it's night it will shine well
Tara day I can't shine
Zahid after seeing in your eyes
How can I say that I can't go astray
The one who has held the hand with a true heart
He can't never be back
My mouth is not like you
This will laugh can't hang
Such an eagle dies of hunger
Which can't stick right away
This is so thanks to my God that
I'm going can't get stuck
Torture me as much as you want
I can't get tired so quick
His words are like flowers
She is like the moon herself
Like a flower of jasmine
Yep he is exactly like that
Every hundred light turns on
Whenever she laughs openly
His tone is full of love
Because Urdu speaks
I show him the moon
Whoever asks how is it
His name is Zwah-e-Mann and
It is really the light of the heart
Those were a great time
When friends were old
Finished in a few moments
There were years of friendships
She was a village girl
We were crazy about whom
I liked the tea
Where there were hundreds of meals
Both the mole of your lips
My heart had places
I had to get married now.
I had to carry your attitude
I used to write with passion
Didn't have to earn money
The cold was too much
I had to burn your letters too
Those who were ours till morning
Had to be strangers in the evening
We had the key
But had to make locks
I had to tell you
That was such an interesting read