Love is a jar filled with jealous wine/Who consumes it shouts “You are only mine”/The beloved has no other self/As if she is locked inside his shelf
Ya Rabb! These little hands to You I raise/Let others mention our Affinity with much praise/We ask You with our head on ground/Ya Allah! Bind us together with Your bond!
Oh! I ask again and again / But no answer could I gain- How could I love you not?
Have you thought of that solitary day-/When close to you shall I not stay?/Have you thought of that hour-/Not a word from me you’ll hear?Have you thought of that moment-/When my memories shall you torment?
Is it not called/What cannot be told/Is it not called/Which cannot be sold