Burquawalli, are you a girl
Or a dream,
Are you a cloud
Or a moon?
In kissing you, kissed I a black diamond,
I love you, love you so much,
Burquawalli.
In loving you, loved I a ghazal,
The ghazal of my life
Sang I.
In loving you, rembered I a Khayyal,
Remembering and singing classically,
Slowly in the old stye.
For you, burnt I myself in sipping a cup of hot coffee,
Only for you,
My love.
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