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Should
you leave furtively, O inconsiderate soul ?
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Torn from you, how shall I ever survive ?
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I would throw away for you both life and home,
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O, don't greet my cries with unconcern.
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Pray tell me what I should do to make
- Our union last, to make you mine
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For love of you, I bedecked myself
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In bridal dress, with painted nails.
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How futile! You never thought of me.
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Beauty changes minute by minute,
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But love discerns it, despite the change.
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Flowers change, the bulbul remains !
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What could I do when my heart resolved
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To bestow itself on a pitiless man ?
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My fate has never been kind !
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My dearest friend left me so scalded
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That no spring breeze can make me bloom,
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For the heart doesn't smile like obedient buds.
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The heart of Mahjoor and the eyes of Makhmoor,
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They live so close, yet so far apart.
The eyes do see, but it's the heart that knows
!