Tears for my son....

My Son, lying under the tree
You look wretched, your forehead announces
the wounds of your heart, that makes you pale
From your eyes, radiates the light of blood

Your longingness to be with your beloved
Leaves you frail, the maddened love
Beware!! on your face is written your destiny
Why then hasten, for the pain is imminent

Birds extolling the ode of your love
From your heart permeates the freshness
the angels crying for you, wake up my son
The time has come, for you to meet your beloved

Beware of the love, it might not last
the time would come for the departure
quench your thirst, the world is jealous
Beware of your love, for it had never won.