I’m Or are you seriously ill? But you
I’m being wasted day and night, and life has become a burden what should I do? Tell me, what does your silence mean? Have you fallen in love with some other woman of your choice? My suspicions raise a vision of another damsel delighting your heart.
But you swore many a time to remain constant and faithful to me. Or are you seriously ill? But you must have at least informed me.
I suffer strange slow suffocation, and gaze at your photograph put on the wall in my personal room. It’s all empty confusion around me. O my love, why have you turned so cruel. If you don’t respond immediately, or come to see your dream girl, she will wither away like a flower.
Oh divine physician of my heart, come and heal this lovesick maiden of yours. I don’t know whom to turn for help or guidance in these dark hours. Who will understand my agony and suffering if not you?
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! If you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I!
Yours in agony,