The dreams have become so rich,
Reality seems unappealing
The dreams have become so rich,
Reality seems unappealing
No matter how much you try,
the heart still desires what is not its own
Paradise that is easily attained...
Paradise that is easily attained
seems lacking in good intentions
Love often seems like charity
While the love received due to pity seems true
The wind of unemployment has hit it
But this stubborn heart prefers this poisonous air
It desires the brightest star in the sky
It desires the brightest star in the sky
But prefers the pitch black night
The light of the world is at the doorstep
Then why does its adoration for
the beloved seem obsequious?
Someone ask it, what does it want?
Who likes a rift between lovers?
Mother has lit the stove today,
Why does the heart prefer the dirt of mehfils ?
Smiling at every passer by,
I still find this heart to be the
same young village girl
The Lord could be ready to award enlightenment tomorrow
But the heart still prefers this apocalyptic night
The dreams have become so rich,
Reality seems unappealing
No matter how much you try,
the heart still desires what is not its own
Thank you.
