[Shaam]

Do not overlook my misery by blandishing your eyes,

and weaving tales; My patience has over-brimmed,

O sweetheart, why do you not take me to your bosom.

Long like curls in the night of separation,

short like life on the day of our union;

My dear, how will I pass the dark dungeon night

without your face before.

Suddenly, using a thousand tricks, the enchanting eyes robbed me

of my tranquil mind;

Who would care to go and report this matter to my darling?

Tossed and bewildered, like a flickering candle,

I roam about in the fire of love;

Sleepless eyes, restless body,

neither comes she, nor any message.

In honour of the day I meet my beloved

who has lured me so long, O Khusrau;

I shall keep my heart suppressed,

if ever I get a chance to get to her trick

 

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Last edited by Shaam; 08-25-2011 at 09:55 PM..