Every evening my soul searches for you
I go straight to the flower garden
And rummage the bushes to find you
And trace back to my abode with despair
Recognizing the odor of your fragrance
I streak into the coffee bars
Not finding you there also
I return home with dissatisfaction
Hearing the melodious tunes of your vocal chords
I run fast into the dressing room
Unable to hear you there with lot of unhappiness
I come back to my deep sighs
Where are you My Dear!
All along where do you hide?
No my beloved! I didn't move else where
I am slipping at the evening sun to your lap