In your long quest I am tired,
To where did you fly, my beloved?
I’ve gone to woods and every place hired,
Come back to me now, beloved!
Wherever you are, you look at me,
At my torn clothes and consumed youth.
I even seeked for your silhouette;
Please come to me now, beloved!
To where should I look at, then cry?
You left no picture, no grave.
I only have smoke of reminiscences. Try,
And meet me in dreams, beloved!
With all unfulfilled desires- unwise,
I am dying with unendurable pain.
Even if you are at the gate of paradise,
Cast on me one glance, beloved!
~ Hilal Ashraf ~