nera haa sanyaas lagith ..........
I long to put on saffron robes
And find out where my love
has gone,
Roam in every town and
village
And over hill and dale.
I'd glide into his bower
With love in every limb,
And gather in my eyes a
bouquet
Of flowers that do not
fade.
If my love would only look
at me,
Leaving his high disdain.
I'd be. the Shravan jessamine,
Abloom with youth and joy.
I hear the God of Love will
come to the Dal
And spend the night at
Telbal
O could I become a patient
lotus
In the lake to watch him
pass !
Variegated flowers bloom,
Some with ravishing perfumes;
But among them all I long
to find
The one that does not fade.
He came to see me unexpected;
How could I show him the
anguish
Of my love ? I'd have revived
If he had stayed a moment.
I long for him to come and
hear
The song of my love-sick
soul;
I'd tune the strings of
love
In any heart's harp with
joy.
If his flint heart will
melt
Only with my tears,
I shall weep a rain of
blood
From my eyes every day.
I wonder how they will react
To Mahjoor's songs of love.
I'd love to hear and shall
wait,
And would listen with all
my ears !
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