On the Pretext of Love

 
Not everyone knows how to forgive. To forgive
takes a heart so large...from the very beginning,
this is how I've known you. Let me say this—
sometimes I will make mistakes...
then you'll forgive me...won't you?


In this world, with two people, I never
lose my temper. No matter how much pain I feel, how badly I hurt,
still, I try my utmost to adjust to them, to bear it all.
From now on I'll strive desperately to keep you there too....
My father and my music teacher. Beside them,
I want to place you...from some strange faith!


It's past midnight now. The fourteenth of February has come.
In all my life lived through, never once...
have I celebrated Valentine's Day like others do.
So today, what to say to you—I can't quite grasp.


Tomorrow after prayers I'll wish from my heart—
may Allah keep you always safe from harm, keep you well.
I don't always pray properly, father often scolds me for it.
But for you I'll pray with deep devotion—thinking this feels wonderful.


Magic, if ever you feel any irritation or disrespect toward me,
tell me freely, simply. I'll correct myself.


Never diminish me! Even if you don't love me, don't dishonor me.
If you ever do such a thing, I'll be deeply hurt, I'll suffer greatly that day.


In my own way...doing certain things,...I will die.
I have no desires or expectations from anyone.
But lately, in the greed of loving you...
some changes have come to my thoughts—which I won't tell you.
At the same time, this too is true: under the pretext
of being able to love you, if I get the chance to live a little longer,
then I'll surely do something good!