When a young boy falls in love
He takes it as his world cup.
He foolishly fails to realize that youthful heroism
Acquired today soon fades for you are worshiped today and neglected tomorrow.
In our time Money is man
And man is money. When you have corn
You command the chicks. For like a budding flower
Your girl won’t allow herself to be wasted
While you are yet to begin and build life.
She must be fed and clothed.
Your pleasure and comfort is therefore snatched
By the hand of a strong man
Who emerges from nowhere;
And there you are, poor boy! Seething with anger
But patience is a must have virtue
For you will also grow Insha Allah to be a strong and prosperous man
Whose chick cannot be snatched.