Although not rich yet I am satisfied
At least beggary I ever denied
Made thee beauty of spring,my company
Tel me then not the fresh flower my entity
Trapped in the net of love, beloved, ever free
Am I not like her a cheat all is simply spree
Tell the reason sure as to why thou cut relations
But mind you there I am not stone sans emotions
Yes ,I claim to be identity of His attributes above rate
And not anyway out of His Super Self ever great
That situation wonderful always brisk delightful
If for a moment I leave her and she is uncomfortable
I so long conquered the hearts of the whole universe
So I am not the pride of Alexander not wondrous
Started up my love hearing the chasing mysterious voice
There where I am not present far from hues and noise
Advises me to bear in separation the agony
Like her I do not have patience its my tragedy
He is concealing his greatness and level higher
He who is telling to every one he is not Qalander
The faith dispersed light upon being happy
When swarthy locks denied the charge of infidelity
Runs in me the softness of those lips tender
So my words have no sharpness of dagger
Let there be perpetual in me delicate moon light
I should not be synonym of the heat of sun bright
At least beggary I ever denied
Made thee beauty of spring,my company
Tel me then not the fresh flower my entity
Trapped in the net of love, beloved, ever free
Am I not like her a cheat all is simply spree
Tell the reason sure as to why thou cut relations
But mind you there I am not stone sans emotions
Yes ,I claim to be identity of His attributes above rate
And not anyway out of His Super Self ever great
That situation wonderful always brisk delightful
If for a moment I leave her and she is uncomfortable
I so long conquered the hearts of the whole universe
So I am not the pride of Alexander not wondrous
Started up my love hearing the chasing mysterious voice
There where I am not present far from hues and noise
Advises me to bear in separation the agony
Like her I do not have patience its my tragedy
He is concealing his greatness and level higher
He who is telling to every one he is not Qalander
The faith dispersed light upon being happy
When swarthy locks denied the charge of infidelity
Runs in me the softness of those lips tender
So my words have no sharpness of dagger
Let there be perpetual in me delicate moon light
I should not be synonym of the heat of sun bright
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