I'm curious I came from where I do not want to


My heart came upon my heart and on a feast



I feel strong in my appeal and nostalgia



You are the murderer and I am a martyr



Kayani Ramani in the lap of nostalgia



The look was strung over the years



Your spirit belongs to my desires




Until your heart has absorbed the nectar




Ashwaqi calls for the years



What I hope for is the relationship of love