Shah Latif `s Poetry (Translated In Verse By: Elsa Kazi) Sasui: Desi-XVI (The Native)

I careless was first part of night;so morning brought despair-For while I slept my rider-spousefor travel did repair;For my destruction to prepareat mid-night they did leave.
O mountain-, that does stand betweenmy love and me, thy threat is vain-Had there a thousand mountains beenmy longing would have crossed them all.
The sacred knot that love has tiedbetween Punhu and me...Now in beauteous Bhambore to stayPoison for me shall be...Do not advise me sisters, toreturn to home and glee;Because my breath is propertyof my beloved Hoat.
4With linging I lay down, with eyesawake and found no slept, he cameand then I could not rise-Sisters I erred, for in what wiseis longing kin to sleep?

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