When blew the cold wind of the evening of separation, the heart must have ached
When blossomed the morning in the chamber of loneliness, the heart must have ached
Words of falsehood sound sweet behind closed doors alone
When someone denied her love in the square, the heart must have ached
I, too was in your presence, although ever ignored
But, when that empty space let out a sigh, the heart must have ached
Come, let us meet again as if we were never intimate
Although, when memories of that closeness prevailed, the heart must have ached
Fame went, riches went – they were not your treasure
But, the day honour was sold Sifar, the heart must have ached
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