Beloved, how I yearn for you
Like the yemberzal for her bee !
These eyes have always ached for you
Ever since I bloomed.

O graceful tree, all abloom
With many a bright-hued flower !
Wouldn't the sight of the myriad blooms
Madden me with desire ?

Being genteel, I stood away,
Trying to hide love's surging waves;
But the arrow of your glance gave me
A wound that'll never heal !

O my elusive sweetheart,
How I always pine for you,
How every fibre of my being
Burns with the fire of love !

You are in dalliance with others,
While my companions are my tears.
Since I daren't move out in daytime,
I'll search for you at night.

Which fortunate soul has your heart ?
Could she be one like me ?
Which masval holds you captive
Out of jealousy of me ?

O come to my gatch - plastered room,
Where a carpet's spread for you,
And let me weep into your bosom,
Enfolded in your arms !

What made you fall for other dames ?
Which pale yellow rose
Cunningly cast a spell on you
To have you in her arms ?

Paying homage to beauty, Mahjoor
Makes this pledge to his friend:
'It's you and you alone
That can claim my ardent passion !'