दुखी मन मेरे

O my sad soul, listen to what I say, Never stay in the place that angers you.

No one here feels my pain because everyone is obsessed with pretension. Who can I narrate my woes to in a country of foreign people?

You can extend your hands begging a million times but no one will give you anything. Hearts of stone can never melt even if tears flow like a river.

These carnivals are not for me, instead, I shall remain within the festivals. What is to be gained by staying here, in the world where people play?