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O my friend, come to my home, I’ll welcome you with Open arms My eyes are longing to see you, my heart pines for you Ever since you have been cross with me, even the crows have fallen silent on my threshold All the joys have vanished, the merriment’s are gone Today I have learnt the meaning of the parting O my friend, without you I’m lonely What have you there where you are dwelling? I go up and down the terrace to look for you My soul is without peace and the eyes are devoid of patience I cannot forget your handsome countenance the love torments me and I cry out for you O my love, I beg you to come, and then don’t leave me you have won, I’ve lost Come to my abode My heart cries out for you to come If the ascetic comes to me, all the quarrels will end and I’ll embrace him with all the formalities O Buleh Shah, at last, my beloved has arrived He has shaken the threshold of my abode And he has conquered my heart Though he has come in disguise yet he has captured my heart Though He is the Creator but He has come to me in human form My heart has been conquered and I still pine for love |