You didn't even turn around and look back.
I came here to make you my bride.
I’ll only take you away . . .
. . . when your father gives me your hand.
I am a young boy.
You are a beautiful girl.
Keep the secret of love inside your soul.
The bride's hands are painted with henna.
The bride's palanquin is ready.
Shall I dance a little bit?
Oh, no no no!
Shall I spin a little bit?
Oh, no no no!
How about a kiss?
Oh, no no NO!
I'm going.
What's the rush?
My heart is racing!
Well, why is that?
I took a heart and gave one in return.
I won the game of hearts by losing my own.
On your face . . .
. . . my beloved
There's likeness to Laila (Indian equivalent to Juliet)
Greater than . . .
. . . diamonds
. . . are your intoxicating eyes!
Don't fight with me!
Don't shake your tresses!
Don't stomp your feet!
Don't dance in this way!
My heart's gotten lost!
This guy is -
The bride's henna is wonderful.
The bride's wedding dress is lovely.
The bride's friend . . .
. . . is like a silken thread.
Secretly and silently . . .
. . . she blushes and looks furtively!
Even if she believes it or not . . .
. . . I'm dying for her!
This girl . . .
The sun has dimmed.
The moon has begun to burn.
Life after life . . .
I was standing still . . .
. . . but the earth began to move.
My heart beats faster.
My breath gets deeper.
Is this my very first love?
Coming out of the sunlight . . .
Gliding through the shade . . .
When it froze . . .
. . . time stopped right there.
The sky melts . . .
Wherever you reside . . .
My heaven is right there.
If this flame of desire is burning . . .
It burns so from every direction.
In my veins, always remain this way . . .
. . . like an intoxicant.
Be mine, forever.
Never say goodbye.
Everyone has turned rogue.
Father, please, father!
Let me go to my Raj!
Without him, I cannot live, Father!
I beg of you!
Love.
Our love was beautiful.
The day that changed everything . . .
. . . changed the way you looked at me.
Go right now!
Don't ever show me your face again.
I will kill you.
