By Dear Friend
My friend and my Jane,
My life and love.
Medicines of sorrows,
Why won’t you come?
Weather of bahar,
Where are you?
Why won’t you come?
Perfume of flowers,
Chirp of pigeons.
Are you separate from me?
Why won’t you come?
Drizzle of raining,
Placed in heart.
Why won’t you come?
My Mahlika,
Why won’t you come?
Translated from Urdu into English by Zubair Arif Awaran, Baluchistan
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