It takes an age for a sigh to bear fruit,

Who lives long enough to vanquish your locks?

 

A hundred crocodiles lie coiled in the web of every wave,

See what happens to the droplet ere it becomes a pearl.

 

Love demands patience, desire will not wait,

What hues should my heart reflect, till it bleeds to death?

 

True, you,d, respond without least delay,

But ere you come to know,I,d be no more.

 

The reflection of the sun heralds the dew-drop,s doom,

I too await your kindly glance.

 

Short is our span, as the twinkling of an eye,

The glamour of the court is but the glimmer of the spark.

 

Who but death can cure, Asad, the sorrows of this life,

A taper anyway shall burn, right till the dawn.