vesiye aadnuk yaar kot gom......

Where has he gone, my dearest friend,

My heart's mainstay, my lord of love,

That accomplished soul, my garland of pearls ?

 

I moved fast, but arrived nowhere

At nightfall. The goal was far away,

And my exuberant youth was gone !

 

Autumn winds left me distraught,

With silent blackbirds and withered flowers.

O, where is my flowering spring ?

 

Chasing him, my feet were sore,

My youth in bloom was blown away.

How cruel to leave me desolate !

 

With a passion that gripped me, body and soul,

I got the headiest wine, drank long and deep.

But where is that fine intoxication gone ?

 

The faith which I avowed till now,

I now recant, with no one prompting me.

O, what happened to my wisdom at this stage ?

 

When Mahjoor is seen no more,

The wild rose will ask the hyacinth:

Where is that warm indulgent soul ?