In the deep rainy forests, everything is serene
While my desert is crying aghast.
My heart is restless,
Searching for you in vain.
Streets are there to carry my pain
While the lamps are to heal.
I am still finding the monsoon rain
With withered flowers in my hands.
I am being assaulted by stones
Through the lanes of your modern city.
Something in my heart croons
To conquer this atmosphere of gloom.
I want to meet you, but where are you?
My eyes are tired of watching your eyes.
Though, you are far from away from me.
Your Qais is waiting for you to come.
