YEARNING FOR THE VISAGE

YEARNING FOR THE VISAGE

YEARNING FOR THE VISAGE

Tonight yearing to see your face for me peace there is not,

My heart does not relax for my beloved there is not.

I don’t want to walk in the garden, I don’t approach the lawn,

I don’t look for the garden for my rose-figured beloved there is not.

From the beginning that I saw your face I said,

Trying to get this like nymph, for me no hope there is not.

By a single grain I trapped myself into your noose,

As I throught that in the world the snare for me there was not.

I will become the soil of the beloved’s abode, then I demand the wishes,

Though I know from that wish seeker, the wish for me there is not.

Like Hindī all the time I chase her way,

Though the success of meeting, for me in all times there is not.

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