rozu rozu bozu myaani Or macho
Stay, O love, and hear my
plaint !
Love-sick, I yearn for
you.
You've made a Kartik full
moon peak and pine,
Seeking you over hill and
dale.
How hard to watch youth
waste away -
O, what price to pay for
love !
Masval, yembenal and pomegranate
blossoms
I offer at your feet, my
love.
Your eyes are swords of
blandishment,
Well aimed straight at
my heart.
Both love and torment flow
from you -
You are both the wound
and the balm.
My blood joins now with
streams of tears.
Like scattered necklace
pearls I lie !
You've cured so many with
your loving eyes,
Buy why was no compassion
left for me ?
The Bengal magicians were
seized with despair
On beholding your eyes
like cups of wine.
Mahjoor would reveal all
his deepest thoughts,
If he were truly free to
open out his heart !
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