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.