Don'T Pine For Prince O Gypsy! Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Shed tears from morn to even
So sadly you pass days seven,
But no one feels deep sympathy.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

Your sighs have burnt your pretty heart
That has been run over by cart,
This plight only high God can see.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

You gave your heart to a great prince
Whom your true Love could no convince,
Of this unique bond, he was quite free.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

Humble hut cannot be his abode
You are to roam and roam on road,
And pine for his kind glimpse to see.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

You can tell no one your mind
The cruel world cannot be kind,
Ah! death prevails onlove's quay.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

Cruel wind blows fast in winter,
Poor heart with sorrow splinter,
When will come times of clemency?
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

With one sharp glance your heart was cleft
In ominous moment he left
Could not feed on his face your eye.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

Torn your clothes with dusty hair,
Show of them you take no care,
Anxiety has become psyche.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

You are made of mud and clay,
You can reach him in no way,
He is what you can never be.
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!

May you soon find your Prince, amen!
May you be happy and glad seen!
May of shackles of grief get free!
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy

May your tears and sighs bring fruit!
May the Prince come on your route!
May he live with you happily!
Don't pine for prince O Gypsy!