When my picturesque love, sway her hairs,
Her tresses curl around to cover her alluring eyes,
Her timid mouth when flourish the furrow of her lips,
Her bashful visage; the nose it beautifies,
Her tender palms when rest on my shoulder,
My hands frantically orbit her waist,
Her virtuous bosoms when ride my torso,
My solicitous heart gets braced,
I loved a damsel, I loved that lass,
She was surely the love of mine,
I loved her, I just loved her,
I had not done any crime,
Then why O’ the unfounded president of love,
O’ cupid, Why did you took my love,
Where did you hide her, away from me,
Please return her, I m feeling lonely,
Take my body, take my soul, just leave my heart
So that whenever my lassie,
Will reminisce and come back to me,
I could have at least this adoring heart
to gift to my love, to gift to her majesty…