I'm sick
It's only love i'm suffering from intensely
Its symptom started to show
The very first day I saw you
I was smitten by you, o sweetheart!

Now I feel delighted even with the excruciation of it
I enjoy this sickness heart and soul immensely
It gives me ecstasy than affliction

I won't die not of this ailment
Rather i'll die if ever I get recovered!

O pure love, you are sweet pain
You are wonderful insanity
Never keep me away
Or else I will be destroyed!