When the night comes to its darkest phase, when the stars fade,
when the moon hides behind the clouds,
I switch to the letters which I have been writing for you from a long time ago.
I neither desire to give those letters to you nor I stop writing them.
While writing those letters my heart often races against the time.
Inside those letters, I have written all the woes of this heart,
all the complaints on my mind, all the happiness of my soul.
Concealed secrets, the pain of four chambers, those flashbacks,
and everything which pertains to me, I write to you.
I write and will send them to you the day sun will meet moon,
sky will meet earth, life will meet death and I will meet you.
Till then I will just keep on writing.