My darling Everybody is blaming me for you! They are saying, ‘In all his songs Her picture he is painting In her ears He is singing only love songs Because of his addiction He is composing Frivolous words into poesy And all over the land at the top of his voice He is raving and shouting.’ My darling For you only me they are blaming. My queen With the blots of these scandals I have smeared my forehead Hoping You will remove them smiling, Who cares if they go on carping If you protect me with your arms And in your embrace go on sheltering. Once I had a fancy to compose an epic But by a sudden touch of your bangles It burst into thousand songs As a result of that accident That epic is lying at my feet in smithereens. Alas, those stories of wars and heroes In as many as eight long cantos Where have they gone! Attacked by the chopper of your glances All of them disappeared like dreams. My doe-eyed darling, I have kept an eye on my compensation In the minds of men I don’t care to remain enthroned If you condescend to give me The key to your dear heart’s bedroom. After I am dead and gone I don’t want to be immortal Only in your love I would like to be eternal. My doe-eyed darling Ignoring my posthumous reputation I have kept an eye on my compensation.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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