What do I look for?
What do I look for like mad?
Where is my house,
I keep asking people..
He roams laughing,
He roams around crying,
He keeps wandering in streets..
O mad one, you belong to all..
O mad one, no one is yours..
He keeps wandering in streets..
What does he want..
The twittering of nightingales
of seven colors..
my feet burn in the sun,
even though I carry the shadow..
Now he sees moon in the black clouds
and listens to the voices of mute winds..
O friends, my lover lives somewhere close by,
I can't see her, but I smell her fragrance..
O mad one what you look for..
A union never happened,
and nor was there ever a separation..
for the prisoner of love,
there never came freedom..
she promised me to meet in the dream,
and I couldn't sleep entire nights..
my breath also has become a little hard,
and my pulse has also slowed a bit..
what does the mad one keep looking for..
he keeps asking people..