Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheartI thought that life was radiant because of
Why complain of worldly woes, once in your
Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of
What else is there in the world but for the beauty of your
If you were mine, my destiny would surrender to
This was not so, only my wish for it to
There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of
There are pleasures other than the delight of our
Dark, heinous spells of uncountable centuries.
Woven into rich silk and precious brocadesbeing sold in every corner, bodies,covered in dirt, drenched in blood.
Bodies, burning in hot ovens of
Pus seeping from open, lacerating wounds.
My sight returns to this as well,
I am
Your beauty is heart-warming still, but I am
There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of
There are pleasures other than the delight of our
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart!
Translation by Hamid Rahim Sheikh
