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Poem # 45
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Poem # 46
dil zoltham me naaray....
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- Beloved, how cruel you have been to wreck my heart,
- Baking it slowly over a smouldering fire !
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- Couldn't you spare a night, and slowly whisper
- Loving words, with no frown on your face ?
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- Dressed in royal robes, you came through the dark
- At dawn; and when the evening shadows came,
- Glided slowly out of the garden.
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- You softly opened the eyes of the buds,
- Filled them with envy of your smiling face,
- And left them to slowly fade away.
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- I'll wait for him in the garden in midwinter frost,
- For who knows my flowers may slowly bloom again !
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- You plied me with many a cup, and left me
- Quite unstrung ! Where have you slowly disappeared ?
- Why leave me forlorn so young ?
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- I offer you my life, O quintessence of purity,
- Whose grace makes virtue lodge even in those unworthy !
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- If you do not fail to visit me in dreams,
- 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 !
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