Evening clouds are headed in that direction. I stand here alone, with a heart afriad. You left for places unseen. Since then no rest or end. My dear, my mouth can't give voice to All these sighs, this restless pacing.

If you are not here, my dear, I Am a lost ember, turning coldly into ash Distant from the fire. What tracks did you leave departing? My eyes now hurt sifting through the heaped dust. My dear, my mouth can't give voice to All these sighs, this restless pacing.

A version of a lyric in Hindustani, that has been playing in my head for weeks now. Sound here: www.musicindiaonline.com