maaramati aawara karthas ......
Beloved, you drove me
distracted,
But you could also save
me now !
Come by surprise, and fill
thirsty cups
With the wine of love.
My broken heart lies captive
In the garden of love.
Couldn't you spare an odd
moment
Just to watch the fun ?
A beggar of love stands
at your door,
Asking for your charity;
Wouldn't a few words from
you shame
The world's choicest sweets
?
Your coming caused a frenzied
bloom
In Nishat and Shalamar.
Cross the Dal again, O
lover of flowers,
To set the whole lake in
bloom !
See what present I've brought
for you -
The pupils of my eyes !
Won't you accept them and
use them
As gems to adorn your ear
rings ?
I said: Beloved, you broke
faith,
Reducing me to ashes.
He called me void of love,
For love wouldn't question
faith !
Couldn't you have shown
mercy,
When you stole my heart,
In not burning even the
seat
Where my heart was lodged
?
Mahjoor's gazals play fresh
tunes
On the harp of love.
You could read them to
know to whom
He sings and what he says.
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