I console myself with roses in my hand as if there is a piece of your scent
I can’t fit into time cause it is narrow without you
Seasons are all stormy our world is pandemonium
Being without you is very egregious days are entrusted to nights

Ya Muhammad Mustafa this world is longing for you
Oh Muhammad Mustafa this world is longing for you

Nothing is cure without you don’t seeking wayn a way
Cold is entering hearts like a broken glass
Hearts don’t get warm, why
Seasons are all stormy our world is pandemonium
Being without you is very egregious days are entrusted to nights

Ya Muhammad Mustafa this world is longing for you
Oh Muhammad Mustafa this world is longing for you