My youth is budding, is full of passion; <br />How can I spend this time without my beloved? <br />Would someone please coax Nizamuddin Aulia, <br />The more I appease him, the more annoyed he gets; <br />My youth is budding…… <br />Want to break these bangles against the cot, <br />And throw up my blouse into fire, <br />The empty bed scares me, <br />The fire of separation keeps burning me. <br />Oh, beloved. My youth is budding.<br /><br />Amir Khusro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-youth-8/
