This is the courtesy of love as well, do you know? x 2 I lost you after winning you over, You do not consider me yours, but deep down I know you are mine, Mourning(sog) kills the wist/wisdom(aqal), Affliction(rog) kills the love(ishq), A man doesn’t die by himself, The other people kill him(by taunts), You avoid the thorns(kantey) on the way, though I got wounded by the flowers(his beloved), You talk about the strangers, but I have tested my own friends as well.
