When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint reside?
When separation's hand, by You, is gently tied,
When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint abide?
Your reflection shatters, mirroring the shattered glass,
My vision bleeds, wounded, whose form can now surpass
When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint abide?
I journey onward, with separation's constant grace,
If sorrow is my companion, I cannot displace,
From whom, can I part, When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint abide?
Do roses bloom, or are your hennaed fingers spread?
You are everywhere, so where can I be led?
When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint abide?
Your lips, your gaze, your cheek, your tresses flowing free,
So alive, this heart, from whom can it be set free?
When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint abide?
When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint reside?
When separation's hand, by You, is gently tied,
When pain, a gift from You, where shall complaint abide?
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