Should I write in your love?
Shall I write satam or write your grace on my heart?
Unfaithful in your party
We have also burned the heart
My love is with you
O Hussain of the flower of Gulab
I don't remember often
That you will have pain
This is the beauty of your beauty
That made me a poet
All the moments of your hijr
They call me unfaithful
In the dreams of those nights
You see me often
This person's memory is also odd
When it comes, the heart beats
Tell that person
We belong to him anyway
Your memory haunts me
Every hour every moment to me
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