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METRE MUJTASS MAKHBUN MAQSŪR.
I CANNOT gaze on Thy beauty,
I cannot fathom Thy mind;
I cannot live with my rivals,
Nor flee and leave them behind.
I cannot trust in Thy promise,
Nor face unmoved Thy disdain;
I cannot smother my feelings;
I dare not tell of my pain.
My heart’s on fire with a passion
That tears avail not to cure;
My only medicine is patience,
My only choice to endure.