Hast thou seen my love many times br The morning dew or the dusk in the eve br For the lovers’ caravan to the tavern goes br Neither mosque nor temple br But heart is reverend br The temple of love br br Hast thou seen my love many times br The ignorant the nescient br For they think the story of love br Shall end here with morality they preach br Of freedom unaware possessed by spirits br Of hatred alone shall one day come br To the city of love in the tavern baptized br br Hast thou seen my love many times br In sequels the songs of your love br For the honor like the noble Othello br When the Lago plays wits in hold br And when all that join the chorus coarse br In preposterous vulgarity in judgment sit br br Nay the tragedy of love in doom br The moth shall burn for his destiny br The flame of love but just a flicker br How many flames they portend extinguished br Never shall the flame of your love go down br Never shall moth born to burn leave the flame br 2812009br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br