What hast thou done when the princess Indian br The heart of gold burned in deserts and in wild br Love was the sign she followed but the bird br In two and one to her she learned language br Knowing love’s mysteries br The keeper of the tavern the last night’s wine br Cups filled with tears nectar of love br The saki in generosity with brim over br br Harness the horse put on the wings br The imaginations forays to some other land br When the beloved has turned her face away br Away the goblet and the verse br Friends were foes and foes friends br The songs lost tunes and like the willow br Desert and me whence of the destiny br When the cold breeze against my face br br For the last time my horse of wings br Turned to the city when my songs were yet br On the lips of the beauty in search of her love br To the emptiness thou sing but lovers many br Stars shall be my guide and sunrays I read br Under the moon I sleep and talk to myself br The lullaby of nature when I see the dreams br br Thou hast yet to find images of love br The verse the beloved had started in haste br The verse is not over nor the manifestations br In vivid colors like rainbow like fire br To treasure of self for the beloved turn br On the horse of wings the universe immense br In the goblet red I see in my tavern br 3012009br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br