Its only the beginninng of love,why dost thou groan?

O, wate and see what happens as you onward move.

The clamour of the morning caravan gives a clarion call;

"Here we go ,you sluggard,high time you wokel"

Never shall it sorout,the valley of the heart,

Why sow the seed of desire in this barren soil?

These are the stains of love, indelible,ingrained,

In vain dost thou labour to wash your breast clean

Dearer than beauteous Yousaf,each hour of life,

Why do you,O Mir,let it slip,in vain?