Oh, life, extinguished, O friend, beloved,
Turn your face, return to the homeland.
Oh, life, extinguished, O friend, beloved,
Turn your face, return to the homeland.
Oh, life...
The Rohi's bloom, a wonder to behold,
The Rohi's bloom, a wonder to behold,
Where my beloved, the mad one, dwells,
And lovers flock, a thousand strong,
While I, a speck, a nomad, yearn for home.
Oh, life, extinguished, O friend...
Somewhere far, he has made his home,
Somewhere far, he has made his home,
Yet his image lives within my heart.
He doesn't burn the flesh, but kindles the soul,
How will this fire ever cease to burn?
Oh, life...
Of Rohi's Pir Farid, the echoing call,
Of Rohi's Pir Farid, the echoing call,
Only the desire for a glimpse remains,
I hope for that Eid, that blessed day,
That reunites the separated lover.
Oh, life, extinguished, O friend, beloved,
Turn your face, return to the homeland.
Oh, life...
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