Lots of friends along the way,
Tell me how many friends can be expected?
Those who wander all day on the way,
We call him nomad.
I am the wayfarer, I have given up on you,
With a broken heart, for failure
On the way back.
I don't know when we will be together again.
My request to the Creator-
O Creator, open the door of your mercy.
My heart, falls to you
The body is outside,
When will I get my pursuit back to you?
Very lonely, very poor without you,
One day after another is going to cut me.
I don't know when your pride will break,
The struggle is growing day by day in my heart.
You give it back before you know it,
I spend the day just walking the path.