Maye Ni Mein Kinu - Iqbal Bahoo

Mother, whom can I tell the pain of separation (from my spiritual beloved teacher)
Smoke bellows (in my being) for my beloved teacher
When I rifle underneath (the smoke) there glow red ambers (of passion for him)

Mother, whom can I tell

(My food is) the bread of sorrow served with a side of thorns
cooked on the fire of my laments

Mother, whom can I tell...

I stumble, searching around in woods and solitude
I have not found my (priceless) diamond

Mother, whom can I tell...

Hussain (the poet), the lowly fakir says
I will be truly blessed/overcome when I can find my king

Mother, whom can I tell