Yes, you people
would have dreamed
of your sweetheart,
A thousand things you
would want to see
in your sweetheart,
Oh! I want but one -
May she love me,
May she love my heart
for its tears,
May she be a gift of flowers,
to my tender heart,
May she fill it with her fragrance,
My tears, her fragrance,
Let these two combine,
And I won't ask for anything else...

© Manan sheel.

Loneliness wanted to take my life.
And night after night I slept in coffins
which carried my empty soul.

But like a gentle spring breeze
have you quenched evil winter dreams.

Withered leaves became green,
bad turned into good,
tenderness penetrated my pores.

I've reached the highest goal
and find no fear in me.

Death can take me now,
but the soul
belongs to the dearest
who sleeps with me.

Sweetheart, let's take things slow.
Don't worry about tomorrow.
because tomorrow is a million miles away right now.
You have to understand that I'm a late bloomer,
with a lost mind.
So please be patient with me
because I am still blossoming.
I know you are ready to run
I know you are ready to fly,
but please don't let me fall
because I've never been brave enough to try.