The Dew Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The dew will not be dew
If separated from the rose petal
Into water will it melt, like tear on the cheek
Into her languid look, the eyes in deep sadness
As if she has been crying in secrete
What saddens her heart that her lips have turned red
The sadness coming out of those red lips
Like laughter, like fresh spring water
O! the pain of my heart
The long night of separation
Enters into dawn
When the mist of her beauty
Shall cover the earth
And the red sun,
Appear to give a beginning
To that morning
The morning that will give happiness and joy
Like a playful child
Indulge in that innocence of beauty,
Your path
My heart,
Is the path of love