Sunrise!

The height of my views gave him the message of daylight and sunshine

Why are those eyes still asleep by counting false nightmares

The deafening waves come and bury the ocean in the beach

But these are futile attempts, life is hidden in the sea!

This is the desert of life, its flower buds not yet bloomed 

Just if a crook of pen opens, then suddenly there will be self-awareness 

My heart is sad, the evening is red, my sighs are steamy and fiery

Sweating is a bliss and breezy night is l

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This fragrance of Khus is the heart's content

And its coolness is tremendously killing

One of these is like a wreath on your hair

And one is same as the shadow of your eyelashes

The heart is burning and the therapist is an iceberg

Life is quiet thinking of her fragility and just counting days!

When piety is honourable and goodness is the nation's privilege

Then Rustum, king of all time will surely be born!

P.s.

Khus is an ancient Eastern perfume delicacy.