My beloved, my darling, your memory, each moment, a sting,
Each moment a memory, without you, no solace can I bring.
My thirsty eyes, dear one, watch the path you tread,
The strings of my heart's veena, for you, are being said.
Without your sight, my restless heart,
Why do you linger, and play this part?
I weep in secret, on your path, dark-skinned one,
Come, once, and hear my tale, my journey begun.
The flames of separation have now awoken,
Without you, who will quench this fire, spoken?
Dark and fair one, without you, I cannot remain.
The pain of separation, I cannot sustain.
Through the night, my thirsty eyes,
weep, and release the tears that rise.
My mad heart, for your union, is burning with thirst,
Your vision, the final hope, which is the first.
Even the hymns of the choir, for sweet union, are a plea.
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