![]() ![]() Other joys than those of lovers’ mingling.ĭon’t ask me now, Beloved, for that love of other days. Other pains exist than those that love brings, ![]() Your beauty is still ravishing, what can I say? How can I but turn my eyes sometimes that way? With putrid ulcers which their humours spills. Woven in silk and damask and cloth of gold Ĭovered with dust, all their wounds bleeding.īodies that have passed through the furnace of ills Other joys than those of lover’s mingling.ĭark fareful talisman, come down the centuries, Other pains esist than those that love brings, It was not so it was only my wish that it were so Were you to be mine, fate would bow low before me. That noyhing in the world was of worth but your eyes That your beauty lastingness to the spring would denote, That love’s pain being mine, the world’s pain I could despise When I thoughy since you were, life would always scintillate Mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maangĭon’t ask me now, Beloved, for that love of other days Laut jaati hai udhar ko bhi nazar kya ki jiyeĪb bhi dilkash hai tera husn mager kya ki jiyeĪur bhi dukh hain mohabbat ke dukh ke siwa Khaak mein litharey hue, khoon mein nehlaaye hue Jaa-ba-jaa biktey hue koochaa-o-bazaar mein jism Resham-o-atlas-o-kamKhwaab mein bunwaye hue Rahatein aur bhi hain wasl ki raahat ke siwaĪngeenat sadiyon ke taariq bahimanaa talism Yun na tha maine faqat chaha tha yun ho jayeĪur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siwa Teri aankhon ke siwa dunya mein rakha kya hai Teri soorat se hai aalam mein baharon ko sabaat Tera gham hai to sham-e-dahar ka jhagra kya hai Maine samjha tha ke tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayyaat ![]()
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