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
