Call Her Do Any Purdah From Me As Lie I Here Her Lover, A Quawwal Of Hers/ The Love Under The Purdah Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Ask her not to do purdah from me
As I am her lover,
A quawwal to do a quawwali for her,
A lover of hers am I,
A wanter of hers am I,
Wherever goes she, goes he this quawwal
Doing a quawwali,
My drama company and band after her.

O, what do you say, as love I her,
My heart in her and hers in mine
And I lkiving not without,
I am just a lover of ehr face,
Her moonlit face,
Burquawalli under the veil,
My quawalli artiste is she!

In her memory, how lost am I,
My heart is not here,
It's she who has taken, taken away,
In the memory of a burquawalli,
An evening full of quawwalli,
An evening of quawwals,
See my dress,
My topi, my pyjamas, my handkerchief,
The perfume sprayed over
And I readying my team for a quawwalli
In her memory,
An evening for her!