Every time I look at that heavenly face,
I feel God has showered all His grace.
I placate her in various ways all the time,
Making her sad ever will be a heinous crime.
My heart melts at the sight of her,
It burns in agony when she remains far,
Has God created her with scorching fire?
To protect her tender soul from the moonlight,
I sprinkle dew on her the entire night,
Has God created her with pain to face all the plight?