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Call not my beloved, Ranjha, a servant, for I’ll be ashamed Where do I count when he can attract thousands of lovers like me He is the prince of Takhat - Hazara, when I, Heer, am only an ordinary Sayal .of Jhang O Khair Deen, my friend, when I hear the echo of God I become the lowliest of the servants Neither did I have a luxurious life nor did I wear the silken-garments Neither did I commit a misdeed nor did I visit any holy man in my native J’tsang O Farid, my friend, my I only wrong act was to fall in love with Ranjha That Ranjha has returned now in an unusual disguise of an aseptic O Farid, my beloved’s are Allah and Ahmad though people may go to any one But, 0 my friend, I want to go with the acetic, and he’ll go with me for he is a part of me I’ll go to him wearing earrings and a Talk on my forehead O my mother, listen to me, please listen to me, mother Stop me not, I’ve to go with the aseptic He is not an aseptic, he is some form of the Creator I swear to God he is not some ascetic. Try to see him through my eyes He is not an ascetic, but he is in that disguise and it suits him He has won my being he dwells in my heart By the Holy Quran, he is my faith and belief He has made me lovesick None other is worthy for me, nor am I worthy for anyone else O people, I crossed the river of love and my Glances have exchanged with the ascetic I, the love-sick, is overwhelmed by the pangs of love SOI have to go the ascetic wearing the same adornments To become one with him That ascetic is inebriated with love He has the rosary of One God in his hands and his name is Mohammad the Prophet If He visits my home I’ll welcome him with open arms and offer him all the services |