Not malaise in the heart, 
not a wrinkle on the forehead;
then why  these two tears like strangers,
are swept out of sight,
Probably the pain buried in my  heart
has again opened eyes
that i often Forget 
  in the noise of the world
But there  in me
its always engaged in crying

Never forgets the pain,
Melt in the fire ,
of the sorrow of life
 it flows
 through the way of my eyes,
And will be running all life ,

within me.