Melody spun by threads of fate Dirge brimming with tears flows Melancholic harmony sung in a forlorn tune Each bit of this song reverbates with him Caged in the throat a scream of his name Withering verses of her youth in his thirst Lost in midst of cacophony of orthodox shrieks Binded in chains of clamor of rank A nighingale sings to the flute of his love Blood in her veins dance to his symphony Stolen by noise of deceit in tunes of destiny Soul now sings hymns of love in heaven