(mukh khani koro moleen bidhur jabar bela)
During goodbye making your face pale and dry
I know this to be your game of sweet pretense
Drawing secret signs by your carriage
I know you won’t forget him forever
With whom you had wholeday union
I know when eyes tears are filled by sweet bath
Union-seed starts growing in young soul
Frequently the show of brief-parting
Frequently this scared eerie feeling
Is rejecting truth playing lie In your loving game
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