In the dusted old chair,
Drowning in the scenery
My thoughts wandered ,
As i sang a song.

Is my heart is,
As black as coal
Which is already burnt enough?
Or As Black as rock,
Which has no wetness in it?
Or As black as pepper,
Which burns your mouth and throat?
Or As black as storm sky,
Which always brings disaster?

A stranger stood beside me,
He said,'your heart is,
As black as tulip,
Which represents strength and power.
And As black as your eyes,
Which shows longing for love.
As black as pretty diamond,so
Will you shine in my life?'