doori roozith tsoori kami niv myon dil.....
Who
stole my heart from far away ?
Bring back that youthful
heart to me !
Like a bulbul trapped in
a clapnet,
My heart is caught in a
snare of curls.
Lovers call the heart a
precious ruby.
Well, we'll have it valued
in beauty's street.
Tell me, friend, where the
heart should go
If before you lie both
sacred texts and sensuous charms !
Love gives he heart unceasing
pain.
We must rock the heart
in the bosom of love !
He's a king who protects
the heart's brittle glass:
He's wise for whom it's
the precious Jam-e-la Am
For a meaningful life and
a mind without fetters,
Infuse new blood into your
old veins !
Mahjoor, have a happy heart,
qnwraped by doubt,
And the world will reflect
the Joy within you !
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