You are a picture decorated with the colors of memories, You are my pride decorated with ornaments, You are the isolated solution to a broken life. . . . I understood love behind the veil of pride in the passage of time Today I am addicted to that Kajol with black tears Can you take me back again at the zero price of that hatred, Because even today that heartache roams your city in my name You are a picture decorated with the colors of memories You are my pride decorated with ornaments You are the isolated solution to a broken life By tying together your cherished moments, I want to be Rumi writing a novel in fictional language I don't know how life is weaving, Only my favorite time spent with you is the gray twilight I won't give you the poor thing anymore, I don't want to lose it a second time, until the game of death comes I want to leave this fair of illusion with your last touch... You are a picture decorated with the colors of memories, Ornaments You are my pride in disguise, You are the isolated solution to a broken life..........