tshaayi roodham karthas zaaye....
Let me rock you in
my arms,
O high-born man, my sweetheart
!
Left alone by you, I waste
away.
The early morning breeze
appeared
So excited in his quest
That flowers couldn't contain
their mirth
The Quran affirms love to
be
Man's most effulgent grace.
That's also what the Gita
says.
You left without informing
me,
Leaving me in the wilderness,
Like a jessamine fading
away.
Naagiray came with furtive
steps
loo Heemaal of Balapur,
To break her pride with
the storm of love.
Ear rings under your dark
curls
Are like two babes of noble
birth,
Nursed in the arms of swarthy
slaves.
Jewels and paste are but
tinsel aids
To build up an outward
show.
Mahjoor, don't be beguiled
by gilt !
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