Zabarerwan tulip garden lies, upon the shore of Dal lake--
A miracle of bluish waters, sounds more bright over tops of mount Solomon--

With one glimpse, pulse beats in rhythm of ecstasy--
And departed, emotions again shake,
Crown of Kashmir is, the Dal lake--

In the moony nights lt sounds like as a newly wedded damsel--
You are flame and I'm a candle,
warming together, Ah, my angel--

In spring of youth, she was my selection,
So lovely was, the shine on her hairline--

I forget my loneliness, it was an
affection--
While mystic breeze, hails forth, murmuring in music--

At breath of morning, Ah, then I would tread  to the lonely lake restfuly--
To give my darling dreams a new shape,
In the mystic landscape--

Though, Affaq a long ago, from her touching scene escape--
When wood hawks grid a pitfall on her shore--
By league of amity forsure, her dignity will restore--

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