Of thee I tell thee secrets
in a wordless language;
From thee I ask the way to thee
on a traceless trace.
In vain thou concealest thyself
from the eyes, for thy sun-like face
Beams through heavenly veil
like the light of day.
What a delicate concept thou art,
far above reasoning!
What a divine Verse thou art,
needless of interpretation!
How can I close my eyes to thee?
Thou art the lamp inside the eye.
How can I part with thee?
Thou art the resident in the soul.
We are all rays and thou art the candle;
We are all substance and thou art the spirit;
We are all raindrops and thou art the ocean;
We are all gems and thou art the mine.
I have never seen a face like thine,
so graceful point by point;
I have never seen a scripture like thee,
so meaningful verse by verse.
So mercilessly injuring Khajoo's heart
with the arrow of thy coquettish glances
Is far from the way of friendship
and against the rules of affection.
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