Come and come to me
Zohara Ummey Hassan
My days are passing as quickly as night comes after day
With all my treasures piled till I wait for the finest clay,
Beneath which I could keep all the riches lay,
From the cruelest eyes of the prey.
There is no one who can say I love you
I love you without your treasures
There is no one who can say
Come and get together with no measures .
Winds still blow with murmuring sound
Birds still sings with melodious tunes
Lovers still exchange love and wait
For each other ringing flutes.
I look and see thy immense riches
That kept by you like true miser
Would that I beg for, beg for tiny pleasure
Surely you would refuse me.
Would that you come and come to me
Alone keeping all your asset aside
I would bestow you all the treasures that I kept behind
To you, only for thy pleasure.
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