Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen,
Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen,
Your scent, the breezes from your veil have flown,
Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen.
Lest the wine cup's heart should break, I speak,
Lest the wine cup's heart should break, I speak,
A wondrous draught, your eyes have made me drink,
A wondrous draught, your eyes have made me drink,
Your scent, the breezes from your veil have flown,
Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen.
A prisoner of your tresses, free from the world,
A prisoner of your tresses, free from the world,
This freedom, your beauty's punishments have wrought,
This freedom, your beauty's punishments have wrought,
Your scent, the breezes from your veil have flown,
Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen.
Though spring may bloom the roses in their prime,
Though spring may bloom the roses in their prime,
Love's bud, within my heart, devotion's hand has grown,
Love's bud, within my heart, devotion's hand has grown,
Your scent, the breezes from your veil have flown,
Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen.
Sometimes a drizzle, sometimes a torrential pour,
Sometimes a drizzle, sometimes a torrential pour,
This art, to the monsoon, my tears have shown,
This art, to the monsoon, my tears have shown,
Your scent, the breezes from your veil have flown,
Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen.
At journey's end, Naseem, realization dawned,
At journey's end, Naseem, realization dawned,
The path I took, those memoirs have now shown,
The path I took, those memoirs have now shown,
Your scent, the breezes from your veil have flown,
Your hues, the clouds of Zulfo have stolen,
Have stolen, have stolen.
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