Like the first dream of love, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
Like the first dream of love, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
Like the moon's youthful blush, she is,
Like the moon's youthful blush, she is,
Like the moon's youthful blush, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
Her eyes, they sing a ghazal's grace,
her bangles, seven notes embrace.
Her eyes, they sing a ghazal's grace,
her bangles, seven notes embrace.
Her words, like monsoon's deep refrain,
her songs, the winds sustain.
Her anklets, like a rebec's call, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
Her body, a honeyed, flowing stream,
light in her face, a starlit gleam.
Her body, a honeyed, flowing stream,
light in her face, a starlit gleam.
Her hues, like saffron fields so bright,
her beauty, Kashmir's spring's delight.
Yes, spring's delight, spring's delight,
and her youth, like Punjab's embrace, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
And her youth, like Punjab's embrace, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
Like the moon's youthful blush, she is,
Like the moon's youthful blush, she is,
Like the moon's youthful blush, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
Like the first dream of love, she is,
a girl, like intoxicating wine is.
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