baaliye hyes ta hosh hay rovum.....

O friend, my mind is all distraught !

Who weaned my lord of love from me ?

Whose witchcraft made him hostile ?

 

I taught the bulbul songs of love -

Songs that woke up all the flowers.

But I ignored the bird of the mind !

 

When I poured out my heart to the smiling bush,

The flowers were all aflame with a tearing passion;

I quenched their fire with my tears.

 

My manifestation, bearing both infidel fragrance

And the colour of the faithful, amazed the garden,

And all hearts of stone decamped in fright.

 

I posted the poshinool at flower beds

To reveal the truth with a sensible mind,

And inscribe the same on the petals of all flowers.

 

I dyed my robe in the colour of the sky;

But since it manifested constant change,

My own true colour was lost.

 

I wanted to know from the horoscope

The date when he and I would meet.

But the jyotshi went wrong, and I was lost.

 

My many complaints made me lose him at Chhanazal

(Did he suspect a hidden attack ?)

At Tosmaidan he was angry, and I lost him again !

 

Waking up the dew-drenched bud from sleep,

I saw that he wouldn't last, and gave him

The wine of love, and left him full of nectar.

 

I bedecked myself with eagerness,

And scent from my body floated wide;

But he chose rather to see my mind !

 

I made Mahjoor sing songs of love

Which alone can chase the blues away.

That's how I composed my distracted heart.

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