ha gulo tohi mea sa vuchvan ..... 

O flowers, did you see my love ? O bulbuls,

Won't you help me find where he has gone ?

 

Seeking him among flowers, I asked the yemberzals

If he who had charmed me had now come to visit them.

 

The excited pomegranate blossoms flushed the garden red -

Their flaming colour a symbol of my new-born fire of love !

 

O come to me on the pretext of visiting flowers -

It won't be a lie, for you will make my garden bloom !

 

How would he know how I nursed love's agony ?

A love-lore heart lay languishing in silence !

 

I spent my life like the jessamine flower,

The slender branch never feeling my weight.

 

I always hoped he would come one day;

The hope remained, while my youth faded away !

 

I sold my love, obtaining sorrow in return -

That has been my story in the market of love !

 

Realizing the truth at last, broken-hearted Mahjoor

Says that his beloved never had any; compassion !

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