Beloved's lane is exactly like (holy city of) Kashi <br />(My) ascetic heart dwells therein <br /> <br />Due to the sadness of the separation from the beloved <br />My heart is always immersed in dejection <br /> <br />Your tresses are the waves of Jamuna (river) <br />(And) the mole next to (the tresses) is the ascetic (on the bank) <br /> <br />Black tresses on your chin's depression <br />Are like the thirsty cobra on the well <br /> <br />(One) whose speech does not have any taste (beauty) <br />His eloquence is just like the stale food <br /> <br />O Wali! the garment which is on (your) body <br />Is (nothing but) an artificial (one) for the lovers <br /> <br />[English Translation by Shah Abdus Salam]<br /><br />Wali Mohammed Wali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beloved-s-lane-is-exactly-like-kashi/
