Have you seen an old father crying,
And even his wife doesn't sympathize with him?
Have you heard of an old father flying,
And even ants look down on him?
Have you ever thought about an old father
Who has worked untiringly day and night
For his children although they bother,
And always say something to have a fight?
O' You! Remember! he is still alive,
And the only breadwinner of day and night.
It's a pity! you know they are blind,
And they never look for a bit of sight?

How ignorant we are born!
Unaware of threatening things
Which are growing on our own.

Ask me what they are
To tell you of nonchalance
And of our peace at war.

This is our old story of  life,
Needless to say, ludicrous matters
Have been expressed with a big lie.

Let's have a funeral for our souls,
For our body, our deeds, our hearts,
And those good ones playing no roles.

O' good deeds! shame on us!
You are fighting for our life,
But we are still at a loss!

O' people this is a cloud
Who is talking to the proud.

When I'm gloomy and dark
Flash of lightning ready to strike.

Now it's time for me to cry;
Cry, cry, cry till go dry.

I'm raining for those are not worth
With my tears they water from south to north

Of their insight full of lords,
Pride and jealousy are two cords

Not to let them release themselves
From dark prisons and dreadful cells;

So, I made up my mind not to cry
No more grow the cords; let them die.

Again you have fallen for someone else.

‘Love’ has come to you in a different face.

Again you see a new one and lose your faith.  

It won’t be the first, not the last of such a case.

When I want to miss her, she is not.
When I want to kiss her, she is out.

When I want to see her, there is no light.
When I want to be with her, it is night.

When she is beside me, I'm in fight.
When she is around me, I’m not right.

They were all my own fault; that's right.
It was nothing but a love at first sight!