O' pigeon, to my love my greetings, please convey
Tell her to cast her flirting eyes to take my world away.
Tell her now, show off your dark tresses and black mole on your face
Take off your veils andheal my heart yearning for your pilgrimage
Tell her to say, 'o' fire! cool down! ' to douse the flamesconsuming me
Let my eyes gaze ever upon your sunny face
Allow me kiss your seed-like mole through your long tresses
O Love, I pray you to expose your locks, your mole, your face
To all my scoffers who mock me for my madness
Such that they worship in both the worlds only you
And choose only you as their sole aim and goal
The sage indeed takes your locks and your mole
As guides to your beauteous face in his prayer
Mykoul
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