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az roz saane dilbar myane.....
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Listen, O loveliest
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Sweetheart of mine
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Stay here today !
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The table is laid
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And glasses filled
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For you, my love.
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Your lovely face
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Has kindled love,
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O, my Leila !
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Guls display their robes
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To tell the bulbuls
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What love means.
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Stay a while with me,
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And hear the plaint
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Of a virtuous beauty.
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How would the flower know
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The bulbul's agony
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And the longing of love.
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Age may wither
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My love-lore feline,
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But my love won't age.
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With pure adoration,
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The dew made for you
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A garland of pearls.
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I am destined
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To bear separation,
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And burn in fire.
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All my adornment
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With an endless wait
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Is wasted away.
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Along with Mahjoor,
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As promised I dropped
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All conventional ties.
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