volo laala royo diluk daag hauvay.....

    O love, as lovely as the tulips in bloom ! Be my guest;
    I've kept brimful goblets of wine for you ! -
    And 0, let me show you my lacerated heart !

    How prompt to promise faith, but how faithless
    You have been ! How shall I tell you
    How promptly you forgot your first love !

    Placing at your feet my life, the only thing I have,
    Is now the only way I can offer you my love.

    Else, I will hug you hard, and with blood gushing out
    Of my torn heart, dye you in crimson guilt.

    You have chosen to hide, but I shall tear my veil,
    And you will find my corpse lying at your door.

    Without you, like the arawal. I passed my days on thorns,
    And the fire of love blighted me well before autumn came.

    O, come and hear me speak ! How else can I reveal
    The havoc that love has wrought in my heart !

    Flowers have dyed their robes bright with my tears.
    Where will you dye yours, beloved, when I am no more ?

    O, could I, like Mahjoor, compose songs on love's agony,
    And implore devotees of love to pass them on to you !