For eons, I've been tangled in the depth of this dream
With great strief, I gleaned the path of your portals gleam
Though unmeritorious of your love, I admit,
Still, at your threshold, I lay my heart's submit,
She always comes to the Mir's canteen, so near,
Sipping tea, making the winds ruffled, unclear
I wondy how pale this Naseem bagh will be
The day your bond breaks with these leaves, you see
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