Burquawalli, people see the moon,
But see I your face,
Yea, the moonface
Not less than the moon with the twinkling stars.
People see the moon, the silvery fair white moon,
But I see you,
My moon, not less than.
Let me say, I love you,
I love you, Burquawalli
And when go I, see my bibi
But with love.
People call them, lo, see, see them the clouds,
The moon of the clouds, under the patches of,
But I call you the moon
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