For devotee, his god,
for pilgrim, his shrine;
for me it is you,
my love my valentine.

Like ocean without water,
as breeze without air,
like clouds without rain;
without you my world,
has everything but in vain.

As we promise to meet,
let us keep the promise,
and let us be there;
and I ask from god,
always in my little prayer;
neither I nor you,
forgot our promise,
and always remember;
and keep it burning,
in our hearts this spark,
of our so called love-affair