They could not walk beside me, yet I live upon their name,
A fleeting joy we tasted, and oh, how those days did flame.
They could not walk beside me.
Solitude, a union with spring's bloom, stirs their memory's art,
Solitude, a union with spring's bloom, stirs their memory's art,
With fragile threads of hope, we mend the wounds upon the heart.
They could not walk beside me.
Go, O monsoon, depart and seek elsewhere, why do you ignite this cold fire?
Go, O monsoon, depart and seek elsewhere, why do you ignite this cold fire?
Where shall we find tears now, when the pools of our eyes are dry and expire?
They could not walk beside me.
The further they recede, the greater the ache within this breast,
The further they recede, the greater the ache within this breast,
Raise the cup, O Saqi, we drink the blood of longing, at its behest.
They could not walk beside me, yet I live upon their name,
A fleeting joy we tasted, and oh, how those days did flame.
They could not walk beside me.
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