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Hazrat Jami.
My eyes ooze wine
So intoxicated
Am I.
My burning yearning
Heart - the aroma
Of Kebabs…
If at midnight
Unveiled appears my
Beautiful beloved
The pious in
The Mosque/masjid
Will stray from his
Adoring worship!
I inquired
Whither these droplets
Of water on your
On your face/countenance?
Smiling tenderly
Rose water from
The Rose, he said.
When he displayed
His face to
Me early in the
Morning…I
Missed my prayers
As ….never is allowed
A prostration when
The Sun has risen!
If you into the
Ocean drop
Even a drop
Of the yearning
Of Jami’s heart
The fish will
Fly out
Of the Sea
At the anguish
Of his lament!
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