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Beauty self-oblivious has turned self-aware.
Beauty self-oblivious has
turned self-aware.
O, why at all did
I express my heart's desire?
Meeting you, me thought, will bring me calm content,
But I find my heart unsettled still more.
Strange was the state of my heart when I read your
note,
The tumult of desire stirred a storm within.
My life-long devotion, with such humble zeal.
Has instilled in you a sense of false pride.
My heart cannot find rest on any side, in any
form, Your bewitching eyes have cast
what a strange spell.
Your love so elevated the status of the hearts,
Particles have sun-like grown, droplets like the
river. How dare he expel me from your
court? But I knew he had received your
prompting too. It's wrong to call
the joy of love a source of calm
content. In my case, O Hasrat, it has
increased the ache. |