When the sun was bright,

When our hearts were light,

When in morn and eve,

We walked along,

And I saw your face,

And I knew your thought,

And mine you knew,

In that merry plight.

Alas! Just left with the woeful regrets.

The seasons passed,

The eves turned dark,

The walk was over

Thus separation of hearts,

Overwhelmed with sorrow;

You felt the pain,

Never judged your grief,

I never saw the rain

Of your swift tears.

Alas! Just left with the woeful regrets.

Spring when now come,

And the days are bright,

When today I walk,

My heart’s not light,

When the flowers bloom

To get me that toy

No more is it merry,

But a terrible annoy.

Alas! Just left with the woeful regrets.

Copyright © 2001 Khan, Khalid Raza