dil miyon raavaan raavaan gav.......

Haunting memories of bygone days,

And love songs ringing in my ears !

My heart is all at sea.

 

The flowers keep saying that nothing remains,

We've to forget the old and ring in the new;

But the unfeeling gardener just counts his flowers !

 

The setting sun clothes heaven and earth

In a blaze of beauty, wakes up the moon

And the stars, lulling the flowers to sleep.

 

The caravan of dew leaves the garden at dawn,

With tears streaming down each eye.

But why do they wake up the petals of flowers ?

 

The flower folds his robes, one by one,

Cleanses his delicate frame,

And then lays it down to sleep.

 

The bulbul came out in spring to test

His love; enjoyed bed after bed of flowers,

Till quite unnerved by the autumn wind.

 

Mahjoor came with the wine of love,

And kept serving it to all alike,

For it was a gift from heaven.

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