I found

Him who stole

sleeps from my eyes

there is a village, yonder

With cool shade, flowing stream

I yearn to wade water past that stream

He waits for me there, my long lost friend

The Road, the same one, on which when walking

Shadows, the same ones, they started dying and talking

What was in my heart, start coming out on the verge of my lips

He loves you, started telling me everything, even the snowy clouds


(These are roughly translated/poeticized lyrics of yet another song by Strings; link below)

(Pic taken by Dad somewhere near rural Faisalabad)