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O Sajjan, O thief of Rudiya, the flower of my mind, the thread of my heart, the flower of love, today has passed, many days have passed, many years have passed, the sweet song of the cuckoo in the morning is like the voice of your love The sound of the night is heard, the sweet chirping of the tree that pours into Rudia is like the red rain of love that makes you sad in your memory, the cord of the waves that are bound in your love, the sweet chirping of the birds gives the message of your arrival and the letter of your love.
Oh, the words of your love written by remembering the lonely experience of the night, like the new dawn of love, the memory of the love of your birth. The wind of love and the evening of words, the morning is sweet and the confluence of my births is sweet.
The precious memories of life and the stories of our births in the memories are as if you are my kite and I am your string. What kind of flowers should I greet you, what kind of place should I decorate my mind with? What should I do with your love and I am bound by the word of your love now. How is the confusion of the mind which has been knotted for years now Sajan with your love letter.
Sajan, the rising sun of your memory is like the new life of your beloved's love. The passing of time seems like a new ray of hope rising waiting for you to come, which is life in the abstract form of love. From which the joy of my breath was built, the true faith of every sweet life. What seems to be the truth of life, whose word by word I now write the sweet letter of your memories.
Tests are very true in the birth of this life, every exam is the answer, Sajan, your love is the shade of love which grew in every test of love, Sajan, your affections grew along with the bond of births. We are writing this letter, sweet of your love.
Every rising sun of life knows waiting for your arrival and the setting sun of life prepares to meet you, now for a new birth. Every setting sun, a thought now comes to my mind. Every setting sun wakes up a single belief in my mind that the morning rays of tomorrow will come to me, the jewels of my mind will come now. Through which I will now write a sweet letter of your love.
Every falling evening of life is like the light of love in the form of a lamp of life. In the light of love, I remember my beloved. Whoever writes that I will not come to your beloved, writes the words of my beloved, in which I write in your memory, in the ray of rising hope, in the image of the falling evening, in the sweet light of moonlit nights, Sajan, come early, with the hope of love, write the sweet letter of your love to your beloved, Sajan.
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Oh, the words of your love written by remembering the lonely experience of the night, like the new dawn of love, the memory of the love of your birth. The wind of love and the evening of words, the morning is sweet and the confluence of my births is sweet.
The precious memories of life and the stories of our births in the memories are as if you are my kite and I am your string. What kind of flowers should I greet you, what kind of place should I decorate my mind with? What should I do with your love and I am bound by the word of your love now. How is the confusion of the mind which has been knotted for years now Sajan with your love letter.
Sajan, the rising sun of your memory is like the new life of your beloved's love. The passing of time seems like a new ray of hope rising waiting for you to come, which is life in the abstract form of love. From which the joy of my breath was built, the true faith of every sweet life. What seems to be the truth of life, whose word by word I now write the sweet letter of your memories.
Tests are very true in the birth of this life, every exam is the answer, Sajan, your love is the shade of love which grew in every test of love, Sajan, your affections grew along with the bond of births. We are writing this letter, sweet of your love.
Every rising sun of life knows waiting for your arrival and the setting sun of life prepares to meet you, now for a new birth. Every setting sun, a thought now comes to my mind. Every setting sun wakes up a single belief in my mind that the morning rays of tomorrow will come to me, the jewels of my mind will come now. Through which I will now write a sweet letter of your love.
Every falling evening of life is like the light of love in the form of a lamp of life. In the light of love, I remember my beloved. Whoever writes that I will not come to your beloved, writes the words of my beloved, in which I write in your memory, in the ray of rising hope, in the image of the falling evening, in the sweet light of moonlit nights, Sajan, come early, with the hope of love, write the sweet letter of your love to your beloved, Sajan.
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