She has come to Pursish-e-Ghum

She has come to Pursish-e-Ghum

Can not say something silent

It is difficult to remain silent

Let me tell you

There is no scope for Keane-O'Cavish in my heart,

Shukwa ha-a-gham, I keep up here!

Hussein and Ishq's every shit is in the curtain right now,

Who should show their views

Give me some wounds to my heart,

How are you complaining about this love?

If it is in the Nizamat, the rule of the ruler

Complain, complain, complain, complain