The candIes of my Ionging have melted into the bIood
My moonIight is blinded by the scars of separation
I have been lost and wasted into an estrangement
By the broken thorns of being away
Even my wounds have crusted
and footprints on the snow, dried
Into the holy inscriptions on the shrine of my Love
The bulbul, no longer chirps
But sings, the songs of my ache
I wait for you in my unease
Quivering like a restless soul
Come and emancipate me from the pangs off this thirst
Your minarets have bIed even though they are solid
and the old chinars stand afflicted and heartbroken
The water from the chenab flows like the tears over the grave
and the candles of my longings have melted into the blood
my moonlight is blindedby the scars of separation.
In the walls of my heart only your name resonate,
Like Qays yearned for Laila,
Like a moth to a flame
I shall meet you when you are free
i shall meet you "oh Beloved KASHMIR"
