Who is it you wish to blame?
Yourself, or love’s fickle flame?
A lover seeks no vengeful quest,
For infidelity's a lover's test.
Now you burn in love’s cruel fire,
Now you know the pain, the dire.
Separation's grief, so sharp, so deep,
A wound that robs the soul of sleep.
You cannot shame another’s part,
When you too broke a tender heart.
And just as yours was torn apart,
Love plays its games, a twisted art.
Who urged you to love, to yearn?
When beauties' loyalties often turn.
I warned you twice, yet still you fell,
Into this sweet and bitter spell.
Enough now, Shariq, cease your fight,
And feel the beloved's fragile plight.