mani manz ganeyam raay chaanee.........

Beloved, your lithe grace maddens me - my heart

Brimming over with love and longing !

 

Your arch glance, O thief of love,

Makes me love you to distraction !

 

Who really has your heart - friends you feed

On promises, or those on whom you lavish your time ?

 

Some have sought retreat in distant nooks,

Some roam over every mountain range,

Seeking you, following your elusive shadow !

 

Leave this hostile place, my love, and settle down

Where you always ought to be - a village of friends !

 

The early breeze approached the flowers,

Feather-touched them in soft and shadowy waves,

Presenting your demand for love !

 

Mahjoor finds whole villages

Loud in praise of your beauty;

And the deep forests too, my love,

Are breathless in your praise !

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