The lover in his wandering br The bigger eyes in the dark br The mystique more so feminine br The dark with little revelations br Like Queen Sheba’s long black skirt br In mirrors and fountain br Held up for the vision of her legs br br The hair those fall one by one br On the glow of thy moon like face br Like the dark silk garment thou wear br Pieces torn are placed on the eyes of the dead br For my eyes br Thou send me a lock of thy hair br br On bare foot never hast it happened to thou br On the heat of sand for my open door br Like the torn garment I hold on my chest br In an abandoned movement br And into the poverty of my being br Once thou enter br br O beloved mine br Never hast thou cast br That life giving glance br That would raise me br Into the bounties of thy beautybr br Sadiqullah Khanbr br