My heart has got entangled in her plaited locks,

With what a deadly beauty, I now have to deal !

 

When the fragrant breeze from the garden blew,

Breezy memories of my friend set my heart abloom,

 

Henceforth, I,d pray for separation from my love.

Prayer and dispensation are, after all , opposed,

 

Who is it I am waiting for even in the sleep of death,

At every sound of footfall I suddenly start awake.

 

Life itself expires in love,s dear embrace.

Every gesture of my sweet has the assassin,s touch.

 

Ah, what heat inheres in the fire of grift !

Flames flare up from my grave with every gust of wind.

 

A hundred lives will I give to die such a death