I wish the maker had made me a book

I wish the maker had made me a book
I wish the maker had made me a book
in the middle of the page I hid the rose

The one who used to express his heart like this , who would have told the account of love every moment

When she used to tell me something, I used to stare at me
when she came near

The companion of lonely moments, the most reliable friend
,
with whom I would have shared my pain

I would have wasted my time by giving good lessons every day since childhood .

Who would have removed the mist of gum from life by giving me every fruit no less than a beloved

By becoming a shadow, my deity saves me from Asad, take me
out of the page and see the face of Priya