Rescue

When Zephyr touches 

The pores of my sweat,

It fails to mitigate my tension.

 

When music touches my ears, 

It fails to bid farewell 

To my worries.

Yes, everything fails, 

Your absence disturbs me each moment, 

Lacuna of your love increases my thirst

And I feel as if 

I am going to throw a seven. 

Oh! My love, don't sulk any more, 

Do come back, 

Do come back for my rescue.