Bibi Sanam Janam

Bibi Sanam

Adored lady, my love, my sweet sistani pomegranate
At the gate of tashkurgan is your home my dearest love

No one knows what our heart says
Knows not the value of our gathering
In the alien city, except for the storm, no one
No one knows where our gathering is
Adored lady, my love, my sweet sistani pomegranate
At the gate of tashkurgan is your home my dearest love

I have a heart weaker through fear
As temperate weather makes the roots flourish
Were all the flowers of the world to dry up
You will still be rooted in the garden of our thoughts
Adored lady, my love, my sweet sistani pomegranate
At the gate of Tashkurgan is your home my dearest love