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Beloved, how cruel
you have been to wreck my heart,
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Baking it slowly over a smouldering fire !
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Couldn't you spare a night, and slowly whisper
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Loving words, with no frown on your face ?
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Dressed in royal robes, you came through the dark
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At dawn; and when the evening shadows came,
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Glided slowly out of the garden.
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You softly opened the eyes of the buds,
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Filled them with envy of your smiling face,
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And left them to slowly fade away.
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I'll wait for him in the garden in midwinter frost,
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For who knows my flowers may slowly bloom again
!
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You plied me with many a cup, and left me
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Quite unstrung ! Where have you slowly disappeared
?
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Why leave me forlorn so young ?
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I offer you my life, O quintessence of purity,
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Whose grace makes virtue lodge even in those unworthy
!
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If you do not fail to visit me in dreams,
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It'll be a slow balm to the agony of separation.
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Mahjoor's heart is in a whirlpool of grief and
pain.
O, slowly tune the strings of the rabaab of
love !