Hindi version 0090
Punjabi version 3478
My heart begins to cry,
Thinking of you, I sigh.
You left me in whirlpool deep,
And to the shore did softly slip.
On every talk you argue and say,
Think if blame comes your way.
Today that lover pushes me far,
Who once was my brightest star.
Maybe you never thought this way,
That once for you my heart did stay.
On every path you taunt me there,
Forgetting days we both did share.
Now what more to you can I say,
Such customs rule the world today.
Everyone makes others cry,
None comes to make hearts smile.
6.00pm 19 May 2026
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