Who do You think of
in Your mind?

Whatever You may please or think,
I know You are not thinking about me.

Numerous days,
mornings and evenings
passed by,
deprived of Your attention.

How much agonies have I tolerated?
Do not You know my pain?

Flowers bloomed in joy,
by the touch of golden light,
but dried up in intense sun.
Do not You understand their misery?

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You are sitting alone,
in such and absorbed state of mind.
Whom are You thinking of?

You may think as You please
but it is sure
You are not thinking of me.

My days passed away neglectfully
many a morning and many an evening went by.
Do not You feel my pain, my distress?

The blossoming flower
which once was glittering in the crimson dawn
is now drying up in the scorching sun.
Do not You feel its pain?

Whom are You thinking of,
in such an absorbed state of mind?