I look at the path of Your arrival,
carrying a tray full of songs.

For You, I make efforts, creating songs time and again.
Over these songs my love lies coated.

In these songs the memories of my life are contained.
I do not choose any special day for creating these songs.
Neither do I pay heed to worldly obstructions.

I have included it all:
the snow, the summer heat, the colourful flowers of spring,
whatever external or internal,

both good and bad qualities.
You are incomparable.
You are like a pearl in the oyster.