ـÄا، Çـ Çئë،ڻ ر، ðÇ nئئò، í ́ ـ،ـïـ،ـڳ.êôÇ ک، ڏ ò»ìïìè ڏäó آئò، í ́ ا،ئ( 1 داμÇئن رپ، ÄÇ)It is immature to reveal (pains)
but it is not easy to conceal them
O mother! my body is full of pains.
۾، چ،ِ
و ðpريھ òèئp ،وÄ ́ ́ ئòھ ðÇ êئôºÇـ،ـÄو، ـ،ِÇـ ï»ìèئن ،êôڻÇ ðëِڏ òp ن ðèêôڻÇ ðڙائð م، }ـ،ـÄو، يِ. ا ðڻôïº و،ر
( 1 داμÇئن رپ، ÄÇ)Just as a frying pan’s bottom is burnt
while placed on top of fire
similarly my Beloved has given me pain
with a sip of his love
which though welcome, is like a slow fever
yet my Beloved should separate not from me.
،òîر íë واڳðô وóڻêô ، ³m íë رòî mــμـÄ.êئôº ورک واٽ، ìîئو ، ³ë ò»xå ر،ئòھ( 1 داμÇئن رپ، ÄÇ)My mind does not stay cheerful
it wants not to be bounded with raproaches
As dust covers up roadside trees
likewise I am surrounded with sorrows.