My Aabo! I hear a dripping sound coming from my heart which is accompanying you,
And it is getting deeper without any halt.
It started as a sombre tick but is turning into a resonant one,
"It is your heart!", says my friend.
But is my heart really inside my chest?
"No, it is miles away from you!", I can hear an inner whisper.

My Aabo! I see you, holding my hand tightly,
My Aabo! I too feel your skinny fingers and fluffy palm gripping my hand.

My Aabo! I hear another dripping sound,
Is it really you, troubling your eyes or my rival mind?
My resonant mind whispers, "It isn't she!"
So I have all the reasons to believe that it is you whom I see.
Tell me, what made your poor eyes wet today,
Is it the 'old...