pholham tsu patime Pyaari....
O rose, you blossomed in my life,
When my world was young
and gay,
And caught me as a songbird
in a net,
With tumult in my heart
!
I sailed out like the Kartik
moon,
All aglow with love.
Now my ssvan's neck is
bent, O rose,
My youth has melted away
!
A yemberzal, full of love,
Came with brimming cups
of wine -
Her wistful downcast eyes
Stealing a hungry look
at you.
Yearning made me delve deep
Into all the books on love,
And fill all chambers of
my heart
With these precious tomes.
You failed our tryst at
Yaarivan.
And dazed and rooted
Like a forest pine,
Your Heemal pined for love.
It can't be without cause
That you're dressed in
crimson robes !
Wherefrom have you come,
O rose,
Dyed thus in human blood
?
Thousands flock at your
gate,
Wearing fragrant blooms
of spring -
Amorous youth and pretty
dolls,
Each consumed with longing.
The florist's eye knows
each flower's worth
It isn't deceived by colour
!
He can spot out where iris
lies
Mixed with saffron flowers.
Fragrance in the breeze
whets
The bulbul's thirst for
beauty.
But, O rose, Mahjoor looks
For something more in you
!
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