The country's anguish when mom did not, we invented love
Btan city should never ill, never been in Dasht men
Settlements ever made, ever udmn mountain, ktnydnun is the G kacln
Where Hasan had been sitting there, sad place where love is found
Night-month mynjb take this pain, sometimes called Bayt (written candngr)
Phur Murray heads into a mountain, the teacher never going to Qays
This bad habit finally made love, that is trying to make the bjug
Which had become a luxury for mourning, the great mischief in mind Nagar
Where to pal closeness and companionship, lips and hair curl and edge occurring and where It is also my own little world now, staring at the G-Shad
Poet by: Mr. Sher Mohammad Khan (Ibn Insha)
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