Countless are my desires still
However I keep them still
Like lightening has no patience
Impatient is my heart still
Some stranger is going to win your heart, it seems
Believe me, I am in love with you still
He has not yet promised you in writing or in speech
So I can call myself your lover still
I cannot sing happy songs to you
Though my voice has the tone still
The hearts of beloveds are not big, it's well known
So I keep on living in this faith still
'Mir' sahab still goes on falling in love
Though he is young, he can control himself still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem