O my innocent heart! What ills you?
What med will cure you?
I thought she would be faithful
But faithfulness she never knew
I want her, she does not care
O Allah, what's the matter with her?
I can tell her my thoughts
But she ignores, she never asks
I love her, no one else
O Allah, what's the matter with her?
These women with faces likes fairies
I love their love glances, their graces
Their tresses full of fragrances
Their kohl laced eye lashes
I love nature, the emerald green
The clouds, the winds, the seas
I will give my life for her
What else is in her prayers, I ask?
Do good, the good will be done unto you
Sure, this much the dervish do say
I agree 'Ghalib' is not a great guy
But he is free. Why does she not get him then?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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