My tender Ram, why have you become so confused?
Your flame made you feel like somebody worth intimacy,
yet I see you burn the soul of someone new.

Your cluttered mind has revoked individuality,
the delight I once held has turned to ashes.

Chaotic screeching of a disorganized person,
sending a blaze to catch others alight!

A firestorm of undisciplined immaturity,
embers scatter my deep affection.

My dear Ram, what have you done?
Why has everyone else caught fire?