Rasul Mir Poems

This is Rasul Mir, at Shahabad, Doru.
He has opened a love-kiosk.
Come ye lovers, drink free cup.
Love's fire burns me deep
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You stay away, my angry love,
and here I sink from senses dear;
My tears flow and wash all kajal from my eyes dear
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My heart is not the love one, caged in that love
This is way, the path through which,
not one but two worlds've gone
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Rasuls, knows thy locks and looks
is a fine faith.
How'd he know what is kufur,
and what Islam, dear.
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My heart you stole,
and left me a maiden.
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That face is the kaaba of beauty,
her lashes layered over and over.
In the path of love,
it is meet to bow to those two brows
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Bride's robes, would suit thee well,
Ye, my beloved of short years
Thy braids of hair, thy ear rings
peep from beneath the gossamer cover
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Come let us be friends, ye lovely beauty,
listen to my laments, oh Henzi,
come to see the mela and,
we shall roam through Telbal
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I am all ashake, I may die
my heart's wish has seen no fulfillment
that lovely, pleasing, my heart throb
he hasn't come, ah Dear!
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Veer-nag, I'll go to usher thee,
Thy brow I'll deck in flowers of Acha-bal
Yeh, vine I'll twins thee to my breast
come ye kasturi, don't roam the meadows free
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