Breeze in the morning,
Messengers of the morning,
Bring the fragrance,
My heart dances.
If you bring it for me,
A curl of her hair,
I changed the universe,
As well as my soul.
Bring the fragrance,
On the back of the samirana,
Let it come like a horse,
With a rider.
If not you can enter,
And approach him,
Leave a longing message,
Near the gate.
If you can get,
From the gate,
Bring the shiny dust,
Like an eyeliner.
Bring its fragrance,
On the back of a samirana,
Let it come like a horse,
With a rider.

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