Your tresses, the clouds have stolen their hue,
Your tresses, the clouds have stolen their hue,
From your veil, the winds have flown with perfume.
Your tresses, the clouds have stolen their hue.
If the measure doesn't shatter, then I'll speak,
If the measure doesn't shatter, then I'll speak,
A wondrous thing, your eyes did brew.
A wondrous thing, your eyes did brew.
From your veil, the winds have flown with perfume.
Your tresses, the clouds have stolen their hue.
A prisoner of your tresses, free from the world,
A prisoner of your tresses, free from the world,
This release, the punishments imbued.
This release, the punishments imbued.
From your veil, the winds have flown with perfume.
Your tresses, the clouds have stolen their hue.
Though spring has bloomed the flowers' grace,
Though spring has bloomed the flowers' grace,
Love's bud, in the heart, by fidelities grew.
Love's bud, in the heart, by fidelities grew.
Sometimes a drizzle, sometimes a downpour,
Sometimes a drizzle, sometimes a downpour,
The monsoon, this art, my tears imbued.
From your veil, the winds have flown with perfume.
Your tresses, the clouds have stolen their hue.
At journey's end, Naseem, the feeling dawned,
At journey's end, Naseem, the feeling dawned,
The path I reached, the thorns did imbue.
The path I reached, the thorns did imbue.
From your veil, the winds have flown with perfume.
Your tresses, the clouds have stolen their hue.
The clouds have stolen, the clouds have stolen.
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